Best and worst of days.

Today was a great day.  It is the Feast of St. Joseph, and we blessed the St. Joseph’s Table at the morning Mass at Epiphany Church.  It was decorated with food donated by parishioners for us to give to the poor. 

It was also the March delivery day of the Oklahoma Food Cooperative.  That is a lot of work — tens of thousands of dollars of locally produced food and non-food items flying in the door into a whirlwind of sorting activity, and then flying back out the door on their way to 39 other pick-up sites.  Good food and a good time was had by all.

On the other hand, it was not such a good day elsewhere.  Comes now the news that the Fed is shooting up another trillion dollars of financial methamphetamine in its latest attempt to get the economy “high”. 

I have seen this so many times in people hooked on meth, crack, and cocaine powder.  I have seen people desperately scrabbling about on the floor, peering at tiny little rocks, thinking that somehow they managed to lose some of their precious crack, and it’s stubbornly hiding from them on the floor.  They put the little bits of gravel and such that they find into their pipes and toke away madly.  The problem is that if it was possible to get high on hot air, the District of Columbia would be so intoxicated nothing would ever get done.

The desperation of the addict increases as the time of the crash and burn approaches.  Here we all thought things were going pretty good, the market was up for several days in a row, we were all having fun throwing rocks at Arrogant-Incompetent-Greedy (AIG), Ben Bernanke himself himself had just solemnly assured us that all would be well as the good financial drugs they had already pumped into our systems worked their way into the pleasure centers of our brain.  OOPS, now we need another trillion dollars, immediately, which will drive mortgage rates down and thus re-ignite the Great American Spending Binge? 

Me, I’m glad the peas and potatoes and cucumbers and tomatoes are up and running and I am thinking I better go ahead and start some more plants.  That’s my response:  more peas, more cucumbers, more tomatoes, and a lot more winter squash. Butternut is the best for storage.  I have two that I got from the coop last November, they look just fine lo these 5 months later.  I’m planting lots of winter squash this year.  It’s very nutritious, easy to prepare in about a gillion ways from soups to pies (simply baking it is only the beginning of those possibilities), it keeps well without refrigeration, fruits heavily, and doesn’t seem to be bothered in my yard anyway by the various pests that consume my yellow squash and zucchini.

So it’s been another one of those best and worst of days.  I see the strengthening of the local economic structures we have been nuturing these past six years. 

Just in time, I am thinking. Just in time.

Because as I watch my veggies grow, we are all also watching the devolution of our financial system, and unless I am mistaken, the velocity of that dystopic downward spiral seems to be accelerating.

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