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Sunday, June 29, 2025
Sunday Stealing
Saturday, June 28, 2025
Saturday 9: Consider Me Gone
Friday, June 27, 2025
The Weight of the Evening
The sky grumbles, mumbles, and still, I see no light.
I feel the pressure of the weather change in the circumference of my head.
The weight of the evening is like the grip of grief around my heart.
Now I smell it—that scent of rain.
It’s in the air, but the drops still hang high above, waiting.
The sky has darkened.
The thunder continues its ornery grumbling.
I hold my breath.
I watch the trees for movement, scan the sky for that tell-tale streak of light that would mean it’s time to step away from the window.
Suddenly, I think of my great-grandmother.
She used to sew by the window, scissors in hand, when lightning struck.
The bolt went through her and out the scissors. I have them on my desk now—a family memento that has never needed sharpening since that day.
Thursday, June 26, 2025
Thursday Thirteen - Data Centers
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Google Comes
$18 million from the land sale and Google’s additional contributions will go toward a slew of projects, including:$4.9 million for new fire trucks and ambulances,$3.6 million toward a community events center,$3.5 million to renovate the Buchanan library branch,$2.6 million toward the county sheriff’s office purchase of body cameras and less-lethal weapons, and$2 million for the county public school system to use as it chooses.Money will also go toward new tennis courts, pickleball courts and soccer field lighting at the Botetourt Sports Complex; an E-911 dispatch center; and a new home for the Botetourt County Historical Museum.
That's according to an article in Cardinal News but given that I watched the presentation via online streaming, the numbers seem correct to me, except that the land sale was actually $14 million and change. Google gave another $4 million for community projects, so the $18 million figure includes more than just the purchase price. Still, the extra $4 million was generous of them.
Additional information about the purchase can be found on the county's website here: FAQS.
There was a lot of backslapping about the foresight of a previous Board who went against public outcry and purchased the 900+ acres that made up the Greenfield complex. About 750 acres of that went toward industry, while the remainder went to a new elementary school and recreational facilities, including the Botetourt Sports Complex.
I was one of those people who, at least behind the scenes, was not in favor of this project. Greenfield is not that far from where I live. The property Google purchased is behind me. Not so close that I could hit it with a rock, but close enough that I could walk to it, if I were of a mind to trespass on others' lands and wander through the woods to get there.
At the time, I was freelancing and writing for The Herald, and I attended the meetings as a news reporter. I may have written a column or two opposing the purchase; I honestly don't remember as that was over 30 years ago. I do recall not liking the project.
However, the option was a big subdivision full of McMansions as the property was going to be sold regardless of the purchaser, as I recall. McMansions aren't much of a tax base, while industry at least has the potential to be. It becomes not so helpful when the state and/or the county give away corporate welfare of public tax dollars to lure industries to our community.
I spent a lot of time talking to the county administrator at the time, as well as members of the Board of Supervisors, about what I, as a taxpayer and life-long resident of the county, would like to see. The property held a great deal of historic significance, and after much discussion the county agreed to try to maintain an historic area on the property. Then came the gift of property to the school system so they could build Greenfield Elementary and the ballfield construction.
There is also the Cherry Blossom Trail, which many people use for walking and jogging. I've been on it a few times, and it's a lovely route and well-maintained.
Once the county purchased the property, I pivoted and went all in. There was nothing else to do, really, except hope to convince the county leaders that it was in the best interest of all to see that we had development that was not transient and ugly. I urged for green preservation spaces around the industries, survival of a wetland pond there, and upkeep of the historic structures that remained on the property.
I remember that Bob Bagnoli, who is no longer with us, urged the county to build a training center. They listened, and for a long time Virginia Western had a satellite location there. It is now the county administration offices, with Virginia Western's remaining courses (welding, I think), shunted off to the side.
I did not get everything I wanted when I spoke with the supervisors and county administration. Neither did anyone else. The county was lax in upkeep of the historic structures, particularly the Bowyer House and the 1800s structures where enslaved persons worked and lived on this piece of property. I brought attention to the lack of upkeep via the newspaper on several occasions, and each time the county would step up for a while and then forget again that there are some of us who live here who love our history.
The worst thing the county did was move the historic structures of the enslaved people, relocating them to another place in the park. I wasn't writing then for the newspaper at that time, and I spoke out in letters to the editor about this. Many people tried to stop the relocation of these structures, but we did not succeed, and the structures have not been renovated. I have my doubts that they ever will be, at least, not in my lifetime, and I don't know if there will be anything left of them by the time these old buildings go through historic heat waves, freezing cold, major downpours from thunderstorms, and other weather events.
Greenfield was the name of the plantation/farm owned by Colonel William Preston. Preston purchased Greenfield in 1759 and lived there until 1774 when he moved to Smithfield in present day Montgomery County. In 1775, he was one of the signers of The Fincastle Resolutions, one of the first documents to support the creation of the Continental Congress prior to 1776.
Six of Preston’s 12 children were born at Greenfield, and his legacy has left a large footprint on the nation. Preston descendants founded six universities and influenced two others - Columbia College, now the University of South Carolina, and the University of Chicago.
Additionally, Preston’s descendants served in the Virginia House of Delegates and in the U.S. Congress. His son, James Patton Preston, served as governor of Virginia from 1816-1819.
Because of this legacy, Preston has been memorialized by the Fincastle Resolutions Chapter of the Sons of the American Revolution (SAR) with a garden area at Greenfield County Administration Building.
His legacy as well as historic interpretations of plantation life, including Preston's ownership of slaves, would be explored in depth at the designated historic area at some future date.
We learned that the county is planning to move the Botetourt County History Museum to Greenfield, ostensibly where the enslaved historic structures have been relocated. That's a $6.5 million project that is being funded mostly by the state, with Google throwing in the $500K.
These are big plans for the county, and I don't expect to see movement on them in the immediate future. We will see how things look five years down the road.
Tuesday, June 24, 2025
Bear There
Monday, June 23, 2025
Five Things
1. Harvested kale.
2. Went to the grocery store.
3. Saw the chiropractor.
4. Regular chores every day (laundry, dishes, general upkeep, etc.)
5. Washed up the bed linens, including bedspread (takes forever to dry) and blanket.
In solidarity with federal workers, I started listing 5 things I did last week every Monday. I don't know if they still have to do that, but I have kept it up since it's a quick way to get something on the blog for Monday. Since I don't have a regular job, it's a fairly mundane list.
Sunday, June 22, 2025
Sunday Stealing
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Saturday, June 21, 2025
Saturday 9: I Fall in Love Too Easily
Friday, June 20, 2025
Happy Birthday, Mom
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My mother in her Girl Scout uniform |
My mother would have been 81 years old today, if she had not passed away in 2000. She was 56 years old when she died.
I was 37. My mother was a young mother, giving birth to me when she was 18. That's awfully young to be raising a child, although back then it was more normal than it might be today.
Looking at the picture of my mother in her Girl Scout uniform, I wonder what that young woman hoped and dreamed. Did she want children? Did she want to explore the world? What was her passion?
Unfortunately, I never really got to know my mother as a person, as one might a friend, say. We were never able to meet one another as adults, on equal footing, and learn about each other as people. I think that may be an issue for many families.
My mother always saw me as a young child who was an adult. She used to say that I wasn't raised, I was "jerked up." She was right about that. I have always felt like an old person, trying to do the right thing, trying to be nice, trying to find my way through what I considered my morality and my justice. I think my ideals and personality were not things she was prepared to deal with. Had she lived longer, perhaps things might have been different, but I don't know.
My mother worked as a file clerk for a company in Salem, Virginia, that was located a block behind the house her parents lived in. It was a convenient drop-off point for us kids when we were sick or during the summer.
She hated the drive from Botetourt into Salem; it could be 45 minutes or longer, especially before they redid the Botetourt exit. Traffic would back up there for miles after 5 p.m.
She retired from the same job when she hit 40 years, or maybe it was 35, but at any rate, she was in her late 40s. She talked of traveling with my father, though she had a fear of flying. I know they took a few trips by car before things fell apart for them.
My mother was a very good seamstress and sewed most of my clothes when I was young. I did not appreciate this talent at the time and wanted store-bought clothes like the other kids had. Young children generally do not recognize or realize what is going on with parents. They are, after all, children. I'm sure this was a money-saving move, and also something my mother enjoyed doing. She was good at painting craft things, such as plaster Christmas houses, and her work always looked quite professional. I wonder what she could have done if she'd had training in art or something. I also wonder if she wanted to do more with that creative side of herself. She never said.
She also was a very good cook. To her dismay, I did not take to the culinary arts and I'm not sure she realized that particular gift went to my brother. Maybe she knew. I hope she did.
My mother and I had a tumultuous relationship. Neither of my parents knew how to nurture a sensitive and creative child and did not have the tools to try. I remember my mother telling me I would never be a writer, that I had to take secretarial courses. I was a secretary at various times, but I also managed to be a writer despite the lack of support.
I don't think my mother found the happiness she wanted. She tried to be happy, but I never knew her to be very pleased with her circumstances in life. I felt that nothing I did was ever the right thing. I spent most of my childhood trying to figure out how to please someone who admired a dandelion one day and threw it back at me the next. I did not succeed.
For all of that, she was my mother, and as such I of course loved her as best I could love anyone. Her last year of life was not very good; pancreatic cancer is a rough way to go.
Anyway, happy birthday, Mom. You died while you were still beautiful even though you were ill. In my mind you will always be forever young.
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Thursday Thirteen
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Wednesday, June 18, 2025
The Rolling Stones Would Be Appalled
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"You'd better take an extra shirt," I told my husband as he spoke of his plans to wash his truck before heading off to a continuing education class he needed for his contractor's license.
"It's so hot outside, you might stink when you're done."
He laughed. "Smell like a monkey!" Then he sang, "Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo" in an effort to imitate the monkey singing in the Ray Stevens song Gitarzan.
For a man who believes The Rolling Stones are the greatest band of all time, he has strange taste in music sometimes. I don't know how many times we've listened to that Ray Stevens song lately.
I kissed him goodbye out in the garage and grabbed the cordless vacuum. "I stepped on a Cheerio, I need to clean it up," I said. "Be careful in the heat."
Back into the house I went, all the way into my office, where I'd apparently dropped a lost Cheerio from my robe and then smashed it. As I ran the vacuum, I began singing the Jane part of Gitarzan. "Baby! Whoooa! Baby! A scooby dooby dooby baby! Whoooa! Shut up Baby, I'm trying to sing."
I decided since I had the vacuum in the back, I would do a quick run-through of the hall, the bedroom, and the kitchen. I caterwauled all the way. "Baby! Whoooa! Baby!"
When I turned the vacuum off, I heard laughter coming from the garage. I went out to find my husband, hat in his hands, laughing so hard I thought he might fall off the chair.
"Is that . . . ," - guffaw - "what you do when I'm not home?" He finally managed to get out.
"Baby! Scooby dooby doo Baby!" I sang back.
Of course it is.
Here's the song on YouTube if you're not familiar with it:
Tuesday, June 17, 2025
The Parade, the Protests, and a Moment of Empathy
I was sorry to see that the military parade marking the 250th anniversary of the founding of the Armed Forces wasn’t exactly a proud or inspiring spectacle. Or at least it wasn't from what I saw on Facebook and in the media.
My sorrow was for the participants, who may or may not have been there willingly. I also felt a little sorry for the president, who I suspect was not a happy person when it was all said and done.
I didn’t watch the parade. Nor did I watch any of the No Kings protests. I posted a small No Kings protest on my blog and felt like that was all I could manage right now. I’m not much into marching.
According to historian Heather Cox Richardson, whom I trust on such matters, June 14 really was the birthday of the Armed Forces. She wrote:
…on June 14, 1775, the Second Continental Congress resolved “That six companies of expert riflemen, be immediately raised in Pennsylvania, two in Maryland, and two in Virginia; that each company consist of a captain, three lieutenants, four serjeants, four corporals, a drummer or trumpeter, and sixty-eight privates… [and that] each company, as soon as completed, shall march and join the army near Boston, to be there employed as light infantry, under the command of the chief Officer in that army.”
And thus Congress established the Continental Army.
Unfortunately, the original justification for the parade was the president’s birthday. That announcement raised eyebrows even among his most devoted followers, especially with a $50 million price tag. After public outcry, which also happened when he floated the idea during his first term, the event pivoted to commemorate the Army’s formation instead.
But by then, it was too late.
No Kings Day had taken hold. And depending on which estimate you believe, anywhere from five to thirteen million people marched in opposition to the practices, projects, and prejudices of the current administration.
I was surprised to find that I felt anything at all about the military parade. I consider myself a pacifist. Intellectually, I know that if everyone simply put down their weapons and walked away, there’d be no need to kill. I also know human beings don’t work that way. I took enough sociology courses in college to understand that the forces behind many of our emotions and actions don’t always make sense. They just are.
Empathy is part of who I am, even for people I disagree with—or actively dislike. Hopefully that speaks well of my character.
I see it as layers. The military folks were just doing their jobs. Some probably weren’t thrilled to be part of a PR stunt. Many may have had mixed feelings or were simply ordered to participate without a say. And even the president, behind all the spectacle, looked like a lonely, grasping human. I admit I felt a flicker of pity for him. Where was his family? He seems to have no support. I don’t like to see anyone flailing in public, even if they are powerful, abrasive, and dangerous.
Empathy doesn’t mean approval. It just means I’m still able to feel. I guess that makes me very “woke,” to have empathy for a man I despise.
But I’m human, and I think a lot.
Sometimes, that leads me down strange paths. And in this world full of noise and division, I wonder if empathy might be the last quiet act of rebellion.
Monday, June 16, 2025
Five Things
5. Went to the grocery store, bank, voted in a local primary, paid bills.
Sunday, June 15, 2025
Sunday Stealing
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Saturday, June 14, 2025
Saturday 9: I Will See You
Protest Day
NO KINGS
DUE PROCESS
NO SALE OF PUBLIC LANDS
NO CUTS TO MEDICAID, SNAP, ETC.
KEEP THE SOCIAL SAFETY NET INTACT
TAX THE BILLIONAIRES
BRING BACK JUSTICE AND THE RULE OF LAW
FREE AND UNFETTERED PRESS
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.