What a gay day! Owen came home cheerful as a little bat, dancing around, singing, humming. He said, “I hate having to go back to school on Mondays, but then after school I get to go to the GSA and it’s so much fun! That’s a good reason to like Mondays!” And Seth, who had run up the hill from basketball practice, later said, “Mom, when I was walking from the high school I was behind some kids and one of them said someone was a fag and one of the others said, ‘Don’t use the f word!’” I gave him five and asked him if he had a secret inner smile to that, and he said, “Kind of.” Then I asked both boys if they thought people were using “gay” and “fag” less as insults, and they both thought that there’s more awareness and less abuse of those words. Then Owen and I went off to the Friends of the GSA meeting where we talked about supporting the GSA at the middle school, ideas for a display in the media center, ideas for the upcoming dance which will be at the end of No Name Calling Week. And you may find this hard to believe, but I also ran into not one, but two gay people at the grocery store and had long conversations with both of them about their recent gay divorces. All in all, it was an extremely gay day. I wouldn’t have it any other way! OK????
From Our Home to Yours
(After a column we once saw in a local small-town Vermont paper by a local lifelong resident.)
Today, we solved a little mystery at our house. It had been over a week, and our half-gallon mason jar that we always put our homemade granola in (Mama sure can whip up a fine batch of homemade granola!) just wasn’t fitting on the shelf we always put it on. We really had to wedge it in there! What could have caused the larger dimension? When we first noticed it, we took out the mason jar, we compared it to another mason jar and we measured it across the top. We looked underneath, we attempted to screw the lid tighter but still! We were barely able to wedge it in there. We were baffled, and I think you know what we mean! We gave up our attempts and just decided we would live with it for a while. Daddy has his granola every night as a bedtime snack. As time went on, the level of the granola in the tightly wedged mason jar slowly went down. At last, the night came when Daddy dished out the very last serving. Now it was time to wash the mason jar. When Daddy went to wash the lid, what do you suppose he found? Why, there were two lids stacked inside the ring! So that was where that extra eighth of an inch came from! Next time, we’ll be more careful when we put on the lid! Ok, that’s all for now, folks. Talk with you next week! Eat all your veggies and go to bed on time, and here’s Mama’s recipe for that healthful and delicious granola of hers:
3 cups rolled oats
½ cup chopped almonds
¼ cup sesame seeds
2/3 cup maple syrup
2/3 cup canola or coconut oil
2 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp cinnamon
½ tsp cardamom
pinch of salt
Mix everything together and spread evenly on a baking sheet. Bake at 325 until evenly browned to your satisfaction (1/2 to 1 hour). Stir every now and again. Store in a mason jar (watch the lid!). Keeps for a week or more.
The Total Femme 