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Eating Alone – The Refrigerator

Refrigerator the day after my spouse left on a trip.

This week I am eating alone because my spouse left on a trip to visit her sister. The first thing to do was go through the refrigerator and study the contents.

There were two leftover servings of tofu-vegetable stir fry and a jar of chili. That’s three meals right away. I made both dishes to share for dinner, and leftovers should be equally good.

There are a dozen eggs, fluid milk, butter, sour cream, cheeses, pickles, three kinds of bread — a commercial loaf, sour dough, and locally baked burger buns. The two drawers have storage apples in one, and an array of fresh vegetables in the other. Nothing to compost here as we keep the veg moving. I need to use the last two garden eggplants soon.

The bottom drawer has loads of fresh greens, uncooked flour tortillas, and more cheese. The doors have a partly empty carton of oat milk, a gallon jug of skimmed cow’s milk, the rest of a half gallon of fresh apple cider, and countless jars of mustard, ketchup, sauces and condiments. We are well-stocked!

To sum it up, there are three easy meals of leftovers and diverse sandwich-makings. Eggplant lasagna or something similar is in the works. Tacos are always possible. I have three small heads of Romaine lettuce, so a big salad for dinner could be done. Without doing much of anything, I’m halfway through the solitary eating period. I needed to go to the grocer.

My shopping trip was typical. I spent time in the fresh fruit and vegetable section studying what was available and comparing it to what we need. I bought some grape tomatoes on special pricing, a bag of red radishes, and a bunch of green onions. I get organic celery here because celery is at the top of the list of pesticide-laden vegetables. Buying organic celery makes sense.

In the specialty cheese section I bought some Wisconsin-made Gruyère to melt on something. Next I went to the cereal aisle and added a small box of Post Grape Nuts to the cart. I had been reading about using it as a crunchy topping on salads and thought I would try it. I also got a box of store-brand Raisin Bran because it was on special pricing. (I know! Impulse purchase). I picked out a big bag of Halloween candy for trick or treaters and everything else I got was replenishing staples in the pantry.

My spouse is vegan, so the dairy is for me. That I remain an ovo-lacto vegetarian sets me on a deliberate path to separate us in eating. I learned to make delicious vegan meals we share. The difference is also part of why I sometimes cook for myself even when she is around.

So I have a plan to eat alone this week. It is essential work for the period of physical separation. Because this is no different from any other day, it suggests I eat alone often. I do.

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Eating Alone

Photo by Amateur Hub on Pexels.com

Most of the meals I take are eaten alone. It’s just the way my spouse and my schedules work out. I am an early riser and have coffee around 3 a.m. with breakfast a couple of hours later. Lunch is not really a meal in our house. I graze bits and nobs throughout the day, maybe warm some leftovers or make a sandwich, and keep track of calories consumed. We plan and share dinner, which usually involves shopping, food preparation, and cooking. Sometimes I cook and sometimes we both cook a meal. Until I read Deborah Madison and Patrick McFarlin’s book What we eat when we eat alone, I had not given much thought to eating alone.

Eating is fundamental not only to survival and health, but also to how humans organize their social lives. Eating together with others is often seen as the healthy ideal, while eating alone is highlighted as a risk factor for negative health outcomes, especially among older adults. (“The impact of eating alone on food intake and everyday eating routines: A cross-sectional study of community-living 70- to 75-year-olds in Sweden,” by Amanda Björnwall, Patricia Eustachio Colombo, et. al. Aug. 14, 2024).

Healthy ideal or not, I feel set in my ways. As I age, it seems likely I will continue to eat more meals alone than together. Well, maybe until I move to a facility where residents take all of their meals in a group setting. We increasingly don’t like talking about those institutions as we age.

My spouse is heading over to stay with her sister for a week to ten days. This will give me an opportunity to consider all that eating alone means. From the gitgo some questions come to mind.

  • Do I cook a meal or grab something already prepared?
  • Are cooking alone and eating alone the same thing?
  • Why is what I eat different when eating alone?
  • What role do restaurants and food outlets play in eating alone?
  • Eating in the car. What’s that about?
  • How do I shop differently to eat alone?
  • What role do leftovers play in eating alone?

This could be a rich field of inquiry. As of this writing, I don’t know where I am going with this. Stay tuned to find out.

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Tuesday Miscellany

After moon rise and before sunrise on the state park trail.

Like with many Americans, a lot is on my mind these days. Not enough for a full post, yet the flotsam and jetsam of living a life in the Republican dominated United States.

The No Kings rally was fun, yet it is over. It was good to catch up with people I know. By studying the terrain in advance, I think I did a better job capturing photographs. It is important to live engaged lives and mass organizing events like this, combined with a modicum of thoughtful photographic work make it easy.

After much study of my October activity, I determined the thousands of views of this blog originating in China are likely a Bot or Bots scraping me to train artificial intelligence.The views are neither human activity, nor do they necessarily originate in China, whose “Great Firewall” blocks WordPress. Combine that with posting my high school class reunion photos the same month, and I received more October views than I did in the five previous years combined. I don’t feel good about it because the rate is not sustainable. Once the Bots have their way with me, I will be jettisoned like an empty chewing gum wrapper.

I planted garlic last week, so the garden is done except for the gleaning. For some reason, it took a lot more energy this year. I truly needed Sunday as a day of rest as in I took four naps during daylight hours. I feel more rested now, and pulled out the manuscript of my autobiography.

I reread the chapters last written and they stand up okay. I decided to write through my work at the transportation and logistics firm I called home for 25 years to clear space for topics I find more interesting: things like cooking, gardening, political activism, and such. I’ve been toying with ending the second volume after becoming an empty nester, yet reconsidered. I’ll write all the way to the end and see the word count. In any case, due to some unforeseen expenses, I’m not as liquid as I’d like and don’t have the money to publish volume two or any volume. It is possible I will push through the draft of the entire story by end of year. I changed while writing it and that means a rewrite of a couple of big sections. I do want to publish the rest. At the same time, I expect to start drafts of the entire story to which I will add on a continuing basis as I find new material and gain new insights. It will become a never ending story.

That’s all for now. Thanks for reading!

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The Span of Wired Telephony

Last dusty telephones remaining in our home in 2025.

When my parents and I moved from Grandmother’s rented duplex they bought our first home. Recently a realtor posted room-by-room photographs of it on a website when the single family residence was on the market. I looked at each photograph, taking time for memories to rise. I have living memory of things that happened in most of the rooms. Very little remodeling was evident since we lived there. We moved before I entered first grade.

That time in the mid-1950s was for new beginnings, including being when Mother and Father first had a telephone account in their name. Mother remarked it was our own line, not a party line, what was called single party service. She had had a party line on the farm, so she was familiar. Having our own dedicated, direct line felt luxurious. It was private. I hardly remember either of them using the telephone in that house, although I am certain they did.

When my spouse and I built a new home in Big Grove Township, we felt very modern by specifying a telephone wall jack in almost every room. To even have had that discussion with our builder seems remarkable in 2025. Soon we came to rely on other communications devices.

First, my spouse had a bag phone while she closed her parents’ estate. I followed with a flip phone with which I took a photograph of Barack Obama in 2006. When the phone company could not resolve a hum in our land line, we discussed it and cancelled the account, moving our telephony to mobile devices. In 2012 I bought an Android smart phone while working on a political campaign. It freed me from the leash of wired telephony. The transition from wired service was complete.

We inherited a book from my in-laws who owned and operated a small telephone company in Western Iowa. Lines Between Two Rivers: A History of Telephony in Iowa tells the story of Iowa’s pioneers in leading the nation in the number of telephone companies. In it, the authors wrote:

The thrill of having the first phone in your home before the turn of the century must have been something, but in reality, we take it for granted today. From the whoop and hollar days, the Iowa telephone communications business has continued a tremendous growth, both in numbers and technology. The rural and small town areas have the same modern services as the larger populated cities. (Lines Between Two Rivers: A History of Telephony in Iowa, Iowa Telephone Association, Tom Griffith Chapter, Independent Telephone Pioneer Association).

Telephony was a marvel of technology, yet it was never more than a means to an end. It changed how people communicated with each other forever. Even the party line Mother did not like blurred boundaries between public and private life. Eavesdropping became part of early rural telephone culture. More frequent and easy contact, made us a society of gossips as connection to the rest of society became faster. It seems trite to refer to the telephone as the first social media yet comparisons are apt.

From farmers checking commodity prices in real time, to merchants ordering and tracking the status of shipments, to allowing faster access to emergency services when needed, telephony added something positive that we now take for granted. Mother was a telephone operator in her post-high school graduation life, providing her a source of income and personal prestige. She likely used the telephone more than Father, giving her a new kind of influence at home and in society. Being tied to a land line was part of how this culture evolved. When the cord cut loose, things went global.

My process of going through collected belongings in retirement is slow. What to do with the four telephones in the photo? We discussed it and will keep one of the Trimline sets for old time sake. It is branded ITT and has a sticker with the name of the phone company my in-laws owned. The other three? I will call the county landfill and ask about disposing of them. If they have a process to spare the landfill, I will follow it.

Who would have thought land line telephony would end? It seems unlikely we will return to wire telephony yet we will have a device if we do. Being ready seems like a good thing.

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No Kings Rally – Oct. 18

No Kings Rally – Oct. 18, 2025.

The second No Kings Rally in Mount Vernon, Iowa, on Oct. 18, 2025, was much better attended than the previous one. I did not count yet there were at least 500 people participating. The rally started off with a gathering outdoors at the First Street Community Center, then walked a block or so to line the streets at Highway One and First Street. Here’s what the rally looked like.

Community Center Rally
Crowd size.
Another crowd shot.
The U.S. is all of US.

About all I heard from the speaker was, “something, something, Heather Cox Richardson.”

I found some farmer friends with whom I talked about apple trees. Former Iowa House member David Osterberg was there. He represented us when we first moved to Big Grove Township. Former Congressman Dave Loebsack arrived early to get a good perch. We reminisced about his first election to the Congress in 2006. Here are Dave and Terry Loebsack with their flags.

Terry and Dave Loebsack at the No Kings Rally in Mount Vernon, Iowa on Oct. 18, 2025.

There were hundreds of people, and many signs.

Release the files
Navy Vet fighting for Democracy again!
Stand Up!
No Kings I love America!
Along Highway One.
More signs.

The crowd stretched for blocks.

On the corner.
Looking up hill
Looking toward the hilltop from the end of the protest line.

And these…

Costumed protesters.
Flags.

The clear autumn day was a backdrop for everyone to feel good about standing up for our rights. A lot of work remains to take back our government for everyone. Days like this make us hopeful. The feeling is infectious.

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The Meat of It

Cattle in Cedar County, Iowa.

Beef and meat prices have little immediate impact on our family of vegetarians. About the only time I noticed the price of meat was while buying some for a low-income household. My money would have gone farther if prices were not so high.

“Beef prices have climbed to record highs after cattle ranchers slashed their herds due to a years long drought in the western United States that dried up lands used for grazing and raised feeding costs,” reported Reuters. “By the beginning of the year, the herd had dwindled to 86.7 million cattle, the smallest number for the time period since 1951, according to U.S. government data.”

Sounds like the impact of the climate crisis. Just saying.

The president said he is looking at doing something. “(The price of beef is) higher than we want it, and that’s going to be coming down pretty soon too. We did something,” Trump said in typical obfuscatory language. “We are working on beef, and I think we have a deal on beef.”

When the president says he “did something,” he is fighting a fire he started. That’s one heckuva way to run a government. This is also true with the collapse of the soybean market for American farmers, and so much more.

Here’s the core of it. Many people feel meat is an important part of an American diet. Cattle supply is one thing yet the Trump tariffs are another driving up prices. “The Trump administration’s tariffs are hitting major beef suppliers such as Brazil — and are set to push prices for American consumers even higher,” reported the Washington Post.

It’s no secret livestock farming is a primary cause of the climate crisis. Farmers and scientists are seeking solutions like anaerobic manure digesters in confinement livestock operations. They capture methane released as manure is processed into liquid fertilizer and bedding material for cows. The better solution is to find other sources of nutrition than meat.

I endeavor to set aside the drama of politicians in Washington, D.C. We, as a society should reduce our consumption of meat. There are plenty of other great tasting, nutritious things to eat. Likewise we can and should address the climate crisis… before it’s too late. The meat of it is eat less meat.

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Friday Photos

Sunrise on the state park trail.

Some new colors this week. It’s garlic planting time and when Friday is over, I hope it will be in.

Making applesauce.
Lake bed is drying.
Bees and flies on an apple.
Rainbow on the trail.
Garlic plot is turned over.
On the state park trail.
Seed garlic.
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2025 Garden – Wrapped!

Garden with seven plots assigned letters for this post. Photo is from late October 2022.

Garlic will soon be in the ground, which means gardening season is officially wrapping up. What a year it was — easily the most productive garden I’ve had. There’s nothing left to do except pick the occasional, persistent leaf of kale and live from the pantry and freezer for a while. Time for a quick recap of how 2025 went. I labeled the plots on this October 2022 photo so you can follow along.

Plot A is a utility storage plot and has been at least since 2022. If I were to build a garden shed, it would go here. Two composters work here and the rest is a weedy mess with a lingering fence. Some spring flower bulbs I brought from Indiana mark the northern edge. There are a few Iris hidden in the weeds. The original Iris bulbs came from my in-law’s home soon after we moved here. The idea is to remove them and replant in front of the house. This was a garlic patch one year. The remains of garlic bulbs grow year after year. I harvest some of the scapes and let them go. The two oak trees I planted from acorns aren’t big now but eventually will be. That will consume nutrients from the nearby soil. I am leaving them both for now. The rest of the plot needs a good clearing when I have energy.

Plot B is a problem plot. The last time I planted the whole thing in a single crop was garlic harvested in 2024. The problem is when I first dug it I planted a row of tree seedlings. I got so busy at work I managed to transplant only two of them and a locust tree grew to be very large. It blew over in the Aug. 10, 2020 derecho, leaving a stump. This year I used the stump site as a burn pile in hope the stump would also be burned. I did plant a covered row on the west edge. In it grew some of the best lettuce and herbs I’ve yet had from our garden. When I clean it up, this is where next year’s leafy green vegetable plot will be.

Plot C is a large, main plot. This year I grew bell peppers, eggplant, multiple summer and winter squash varieties, four varieties of cucumbers, celery and green beans. Conditions were great for all of these. I made regular trips, sometimes twice a week, to local food pantries with extra squash and cucumbers. I restocked the freezer with grated zucchini and yellow squash for soup. I diced celery and froze it in pint bags, also for soup. I pickled enough cucumbers to last for a while. Green beans were particularly abundant with enough to freeze some. Next year, this plot returns to tomatoes. It is just the right size to hold my 70 cages.

Plot D was fallow this year, except for a 4×20 fenced area for hot peppers. Like everything else this year, the peppers grew in abundance. I piled grass clippings on the rest of the plot for use as garlic mulch. Tuesday I cleared all the clippings and next comes turning over the soil and tilling. I hope to plant 125 or so cloves this week.

Plot E was tomatoes. There are only three plots big enough to hold all of my tomato cages, plots C, D and E. The spring decision to plant more Granadero and Amish Paste plum tomatoes was solid. I made my canning plan for two dozen pints of sauce and had plenty for fresh eating. As a byproduct, I get a tomato liquid I can and use when making soup. The cherry tomatoes were abundant. I tried dehydrating cherry tomatoes and San Marzano plum tomatoes. The resulting nuggets have a rich tomato flavor and I can use them in a number of dishes or eat them for a snack. I plan more of that next year. As in recent years, I took the extra tomatoes to local food pantries.

Plot F was mostly leafy greens and cruciferous vegetables. This plot is a mainstay and it reflects how our eating habits changed. In spring I froze all the greens we need for the coming year. The quality was exceptional. During spring, I also make and can vegetable broth using greens and scraps from the garden. This is mostly for soup making and cooking rice. I harvested fennel, cauliflower, broccoli, and cabbage here. Greens will continue to produce past first frost, well into November or December. The most popular greens I give away are collards. My favorites are kale and chard. A person cannot have enough stored cabbage.

Plot G was this year’s garlic crop. Because I had COVID last year during garlic planting time, it didn’t get into the ground until spring. There were more smaller cloves, yet I got enough big ones to use as seed, and there are plenty of decent-sized heads to use in the kitchen.

The two small trees in the photo are Zestar! and Crimson Crisp apple trees. This year was the first they produced enough to do something with the fruit. The pear and other apple trees are across the yard and they had a banner year as well.

So that’s the big picture of my 2025 garden. I can’t wait to get the garlic planted and take it easy for a while.

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A Life of Photos Part VIII

AHS High School Class of 1970 reunion on Sept. 25, 2025.

It’s one thing to take a posed photo — another to decide how it should be used: framed, shared online, or tucked away. That’s what this post explores.

We hired a photographer for our 55th high school class reunion. My instructions were to catch people looking at the lens with eyes open. I count 42 cheerful faces in this group photo. Of a class that numbered 260, that’s a lot still living. A few faces are partly hidden yet the image captures what was most important: proof we were there and together again.

Anyone who uses a camera seems likely to take posed photos. In the digital age it is easy to post them in social media and forget. Likewise, without being tethered to film, we can take many multiple shots of the same pose and then easily pick the best one to use. This is basic modern stuff.

The roots of my interest in posed photography, like so many creative things, lies with my maternal grandmother. I wrote about this in my book, An Iowa Life.

Mae was an influence on my photography. She purchased inexpensive cameras at the drug store and used them to record moments with the family. After researching the Polish community near Wilno, Minnesota, I came to believe her behavior with cameras in the 1960s had its roots in the inner cultural and spiritual realm filled with drama and emotion described previously. The surviving photograph of her sister Tillie’s confirmation is one example of this. The desire to pose and capture a photo was something creative I didn’t understand at the time. We were plain folk and when we got dressed for church, or to attend an event, it was a big deal. Mae wanted to capture those moments on film, consistent with her Polish upbringing. It’s a natural impulse that presents an interpretation of who we were. Of course, we always wanted to put the best foot forward in these constructed frames. (An Iowa Life by Paul Deaton).

When I was a grader, use of a photograph was simple: put it in an album. Such albums were defined more by the time frame in which film was exposed than subject matter. It was as if to say, “I just took these photographs, let’s save them.” On occasion we would make multiple prints of a “good” photo to give or mail to friends and relatives. Anything that did not make it into an album was stored in the envelope in which it came from the processor, along with the negatives. Eventually they accumulated in shoe boxes.

On May 4, 2008, I took my first photograph with a Kodak Easy Share digital camera. It changed everything. In particular, the subject matter of images was less about posing and more about casual capture, landscape and still life. We could snap photos like there was no tomorrow because of the lack of constraints caused by film. The number of images stored on a camera, and then transferred to a computer, exploded. A photograph became less special the way my grandmother understood it. It became a fungible commodity where without close examination everything looked the same. I mean, who had time for close examination of all those digital photographs?

With the rise of social media after 2006, a new place to save photographs began. When I post a photo on my BlueSky account, I do so with the idea other people might appreciate the work. Sometimes one goes viral but most of them get a few likes and then move on in the endless feed. Who knew looking at photos would become doom-scrolling? Social media lacks the permanence of a print or album, yet it is something important.

Most of the photographs from my high school class reunion will likely sit in a folder on the cloud until I want them again. I may get an 8 x 10 version of the reunion class photograph and put it in a standard frame. Partly to keep it handy to evoke its memories. Partly because as one person on our planning committee wrote, “regrettably, we will likely lose more classmates before our 60th reunion.” According to Social Security actuarial tables, 10 or 11 of the people in this photo are likely to die by then. The meaning is obvious. It remains what may be the last time I saw some of my friends. Isn’t this the reason we take photographs?

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AI in Big Grove Township

Moon setting at sunrise.

An advertisement circulates that the only AI people over 40 use is ChatGPT. Okay. I don’t pretend to know a lot about AI, and my experience with ChatGPT began in earnest only last week. I accept that AI can be a reasonable part of life, although I don’t understand the bigger picture. Larry Ellison of Oracle is one oligarch who talks like he gets it.

“I think it’s very, very clear: AI is a much bigger deal than the Industrial Revolution, electricity, and everything that’s come before,” Ellison said in a video conversation with former UK prime Minister Tony Blair.

“We will soon have not only artificial intelligence but also — much sooner than anticipated —artificial general intelligence and then, in the not-too-distant future, artificial superintelligence.” (Oracle’s Larry Ellison on AI: ‘Most Important Discovery in Human History’, Cloud Wars, Feb 25, 2025).

Bigger than electricity? We mere mortals must live our lives and depend upon basic science that produces electricity. How shall we adapt to AI? Who will change our flat tire on a long stretch of deserted Iowa highway?

This recent statement is tainted by my memory of Ellison from when I attended OpenWorld in 2006. He was onstage with a penguin to announce Oracle’s full support for Red Hat Linux. In other words, he was co-opting the open source software and branding Oracle’s support. What a prick. Well, the penguin was interesting, if concerned about being in a room full of people.

What did I learn last week? I asked, “What are best practices for using ChatGPT in writing?” The answer was long and confirmed my natural impulses on how to use it. To a degree, AI is all about what I’m thinking. It cautioned me to use ethical and transparent practices:

Disclose AI assistance when appropriate (especially in journalism or academia).

Don’t claim AI-generated content as wholly your own if it’s substantial.

Always fact-check: AI can make confident errors.

I found ChatGPT is an uninspired writer. The assignments I entered returned something wooden and definitely not mine. Its editing skills were positive for short paragraphs. I expect to spend time determining how I might use it. When I get stumped on how to word something I’ll paste the paragraph into the dialogue box and see what comes back. I have yet to use something the machine sent back without further editing. It will become one more tool among many in the writer’s workshop.

The machine helped improve the structure of my daily life. Through five iterations, I wrote daily work plans. The culmination was a template to use on writing days. Even without a daily plan, I have ideas on what to do to forget my worries and work on things in my personal life that need it. ChatGPT brought everything into sharp focus and I’m the better for it.

My morning wake up regimen began after a visit to a podiatrist for plantar fasciitis. By the end of last week, the machine and I added exercises to address not only plantar fasciitis, but balance, upper body strength, and my core. The process was much quicker than looking through websites or books on my shelf. After a few days, I’m feeling positive results. In a few months, I will take another look at the regimen.

In my quest to become a better photographer, I asked the machine to help me with a plan to capture half a dozen shots of the No Kings rally on Oct. 18. It proposed a series of different types of shots and refined it when I uploaded a map of the site with a description of the topography. It even gave me specific places to stand to get the shots. When doing an amateur photo shoot, we have to be alert for developments as they happen. Having a plan makes the experience better and hopefully produces better photographs.

There is a balance between using ChatGPT and Google search. The search engine incorporates AI, although I find it a bit annoying. Spare me the machine-generated narrative and just give me the facts. It won’t take long to determine which method to use for different types of queries.

Because of the internet we have AI in Big Grove Township. As we spend more time at home in retirement, managing daily affairs keeps us engaged and that’s good for our longevity. Like many people, I seek to spend less time online. ChatGPT is not really helping yet I want to use it. There in a nutshell is humanity.