Works in Progress

Green Roof, Glass Ceiling

Millennials buy houseplants instead of saving for houses, according to Money.

Can conservative Boomers math any longer?  A down payment of $10,000 in a poorer state/neighborhood up to $50,000-$100,000 in LA, plus thousands in fees to a realtor, then and only then the mortgage, albeit probably less than rent, and property taxes yearly, and paying for all your own fix-up, large repairs, and small repairs and maintenance…and only if you managed to have good enough credit by the time you have saved up this hefty down payment, otherwise your homeownership is probably a no-go and at best facing even more in fixer-upper move-in costs, MUCH higher mortgage loan interest percentage, and maybe a really long commute from wherever this house you could manage to get is…
= a lot more than a few thousand dollars.

 

Both example plant lovers in the article have dream jobs in fashion. Money magazine couldn’t find any bartenders or dog-walker/home health aides or tutor/data entry specialists who buy plants to report on how much they spend on green? Even if other anecdotal hopeful Leafbenders just didn’t make the word count cut, the two featured above the figurative fold should work occupations that differ more.

 

Also the Earth’s plant cycle and entire ecosystems are getting destroyed, in significant part by us hoomans cementing over it to build housing…? Millennials might even be aware that cultivating plants will skyrocket in value as a skill as the climate crisis grows.

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No Soup for Whom?

One time, I accidentally left (free range!) chicken soup on the counter for 6 hours when I passed out asleep from exhaustion. I express this disappointment to my landlord with whom I live, because now the soup is very risky to eat. Older wealthy straight white man doesn’t understand why. I mention the I thought well-known recommendation of and restriction of not eating meat that’s sat out for over 20 minutes. The man responds, “Boy, you come up with more rules than….”

“Because the chicken soup maybe should not be eaten?”

“You just come up with all kinds of rules….”

Have you ever heard of OSHA? Ohhhh, that’s right, Mr. Land-Owning Parents Then Became Investment Broker **never had to work in a kitchen** for a job. Oh, and additionally, he’s hardly ever seriously cooked (parentis-in-loco in his frat in college; wives after that). But, of course, I couldn’t possibly have any knowledge, or sound ideas…. Can you  smell the aroma that for milennia has floated through kitchens and wafted through households and cafeterias, restaurants and business dinners and front lines, the applied default accusation of “hysterical woman”?

“It’s not my rule.” I explain the basic biological notion behind the 20 minutes that common food bacteria reproduce every 20 minutes, and the amount of or proportion of bacteria in the food will likely be too much for the gut to handle.

Now, ironically, from having spent most of my life through now extremely poor to definitely poor, I have a strong gut from having to eat old food, and from the privilege of my parent having breastfed and cared about her children’s health. I can’t afford to waste the food; I’m already sick, though! I’m already sick, anyway :-/ I will eat the 6-hours-left-out chicken soup. It’s not my gut I’m worried about; it’s consuming such chicken soup for the soul.

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