Who knows when our hero will remember this humble little blog! He’s been occupied with designing a chamber for a mid-winter beam run, working on a book chapter, and fleshing out some explanations for out-of-phase crystalline film behaviors. And he thinks I don’t listen. In the meantime, our little household is chugging along! This past Saturday, we had separate but equally important causes to tend: Tim’s, to ensure that we would eat delicious vegetables through the winter, and mine, to do what I could to help Barack and Michelle move their lil munchkins into the White House.
Clockwise: Some homemade tomato sauce, baked Hubbard squash (the farmers recommended dropping the squash from a balcony to open it), and blanched corn stripped from the cob. The end result will be more photogenic, but having reserves is endlessly reassuring. Bread-n-butter pickles!
Next: A standing-room-only crowd of volunteers at Illinois’ 7th District Democratic Headquarters; a man giving a spontaneous speech about how we are realizing MLK’s vision of judging a man by the content of his character; chaotically and democratically splitting up into cars for the 2.5 hr ride to Michigan; the Kalamazoo Democratic Headquarters. My group spent half the day registering voters in a subsidized housing development and the other half talking to undecideds about where they stand and what would convince them. We were only five people, but beyond the actual contacts we made, the presence of volunteers for a candidate is sometimes a strong message alone. Or so I hope.