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Listing

Listing Part 1 Since I was very young, I’ve enjoyed making lists in my head, verbally, or on paper. For example, I had a list of all my stuffed animals. I could rattle off their names whenever I felt like it: Woodsy, Foresty, Teddy, Fishy, Plushpuppy, Ginger, Kitty (if there were more animals, I have since forgotten their names). I think that I might have already told you how in high school, I wrote a list of the books I owned.

My penchant for listing does seem at least somewhat acquisitive. My heaps of names, words, and books made me feel a little like Scrooge McDuck immersed in his pile of money (I read my share of comics, too). However, since my freshman year of college, I have also used my lists to organize my life. I would use a day planner to list what tasks I had to do and marked each one off when it was finished. That made me feel like I was accomplishing something, even if it just meant one more day until a visit home. Most importantly making lists has helped me remain engaged in my own life and the world around me. Below are some examples.

About six or seven years ago–before the pandemic–I signed up for the INaturalist app. This app (and the organization behind it) allow me to identify plants and animals and share photographs I take with amateur and professional scientists around my community and the world.

screenshot of my INaturalist list, March 15, 2025

I was so happy with INaturalist that I finally downloaded the Merlin Bird ID app from Cornell Lab of Ornithology. I used this app just two days ago to help me identify the bird calls of eight species I heard on my eleven minute walk home from the library: northern mockingbird, American crow, European starling, American robin, Carolina wren, northern cardinal, house sparrow, and blue jay. In less urban environments, I use Merlin to identify birds I can’t see in the trees and to verify guesses about the birds I do see. Below is my list from the afternoon of May 13, 2024, in North Bend State Park, West Virginia.

North Bend State Park, West Virginia, May 13, 2024

Following in the footsteps of my brother Dan, I have again started writing a list of the books I’ve read.  Dan’s list (I have a copy of his list tucked away somewhere) featured academic literature. Mine is my usual hodgepodge, but I like it.

book list circa 2024-2025

Through the last 14 years, I have used my day book to note trips to gardens, museums, forests, parks, visits with family and friends, road trips, and the like. Since the beginning of this year, I have also used my day book to list each day’s activities more granularly. My daily list has changed. Now, along with lunch or dinner with friends and family or going to the Smithsonian or working at Hillside Park, I also list going to the store or to the the recycling bin in the next block or to the downstairs gym or that I made muffins. I am focusing on daily tasks. One task listed is, “breathe.” Not, breathe in and out 24 hours a day; I mean meditative breathing to keep myself moderately calm(ish). Our country is in turmoil. I need to stay calm enough to empathize with others and to remain active, helpful, and hopeful. Today I sent ten postcards to Donald J. Trump expressing my views on social, political, and governmental issues. I also responded to a text from one of my senators. Some days I contact people in Congress, join in town hall meetings, sign petitions, or donate tiny bits of money to the ACLU. These things are also on my list. I haven’t gone to a march yet, but I think I will soon. So my lists have changed a bit, but they still help me keep engaged in my own life and in that of my country.

Listing Part 2 A ship can be said to be listing when it tilts to the port (left) side or the starboard (right) side. Our ship of state is listing dangerously to the right. I do not want it to founder on the jagged rocks of racism, sexism, homophobia, greed, ignorance, or cruelty. I will to do my part.

Note:Democracy” is on my long list of favorite Leonard Cohen songs. Please be well.

Comforts

Note: I began this post the last week of May 2020.  I had an idea to write about things that comfort me in, as they say in those T.V. ads, “these uncertain times.”  I have been thinking about these uncertain times.   I thought about the plagues of Europe I had read about. I thought about the Navajo Nation. I miss being with my children, but I know I am lucky; I just can’t hug them right now.

Then, things fell apart (even further than they ever have since January 2017). How can a pandemic with over 100,000 dead not be first on my list of sorrows this morning?  I feel like I am back in the uncertain times of my youth, circa 1967-1968, but worse.

I need comfort even more today and I hope I can offer some respite for a few minutes.


About seven or eight years ago I asked my sister-in-law Judy if she would teach me to knit and she said sure.  I have always admired my relatives and friends who could knit, crochet, and do other crafts.  I thought I would enjoy knitting while I talked or watched T.V.  Lord knows I could use the comfort and calm that such activities are supposed to provide.  I bought enough soft brown (mostly) alpaca yarn to knit Tom a scarf.  You will see below how far I got on the scarf.  I wanted to concentrate on my knit/ purl tasks, but sitting with my family on reunion weekend, I just couldn’t. The words were more important to me than the task, I guess.  Back home, I asked my friend Robin to help me back on track a couple of times, but I did not understand. I did not persevere.

my knitting

A couple of years later when my friend Donna heard this story, she offered to teach me to crochet instead. I tried. Donna was very patient. She told me there were YouTube videos I could watch to help me when I forgot–again–what I was supposed to do. You can see how far I got on whatever I was making below.

my crocheting

While I have not yet learned to do calming and lovely crafts–no March sister here knitting socks for the Union Army while waiting for Marmee to come home–I can do some things that comfort me some in these times.

 

 

For example:

I love nature and I love writing lists. Related to that, I have–sort of–wanted to be a naturalist for about 50 years. So, I love writing lists that include plants, animals, and specific tidbits about nature.  I recently started a list describing the flora and fauna of Hillside Park, a nearby little public park where Tom and I volunteer.  Just setting up the table and starting to list the trees helped me feel more relaxed than I had in days.  Here is a sample from the list:

Name Scientific Name Native? Notes
Trees/Shrubs  
arrowwood viburnum Viburnum dentatum yes
beech Fagus grandifolia yes
black cherry Prunus serotina yes
fragrant sumac Rhus aromatica yes
black locust Robinia pseudoacacia) yes
catalpa Catalpa speciosa yes blooming now; end of May
hackberry Celtis occidentalis yes
kousa dogwood Cornus kousa no
mulberry, prob white Morus alba no if this turns out to be red mulberry, it is a welcome native, but not likely, I think

oaks, Hillside Park, Arlington Virginia

Books about trees comfort me. Last week, Among the Ancients: Adventures in the Eastern Old-Growth Forests by Joan Maloof reminded me of old forests I have walked in. Just writing this now, this morning, calms my anxious heart a little.

Like so many others, I have been doing quite a bit of baking these last months.  Actually, I have needed to curtail this urge somewhat because a) while we do exercise and take walks, there has been a great deal of sitting while reading, watching T.V. and, for me, compulsive solitaire playing b) we don’t have the metabolisms we had back in the day when I would bake a treat every day.

butter tarts with Michigan cherries and walnuts

Even more than my baking, watching Tom cook old favorites–remembering happy times with family and friends–comforts me.  Both my appetite and my heart have been satisfied with Tom’s meals: Lasagna, albondigas soup, chile verde, meatballs and tomato sauce!

I don’t think listening to music calms me down; more like it excites me, makes me cry, and, sometimes gives me the shivers–but those reactions provide their own comfort. Mostly, we listen to classical music, but lately we have also been listening to folk and rock, too.  Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Doc Watson, the Beatles, even the Beach Boys (Good Vibrations), have caused that sharp intake of breath.

I have been thinking about Leonard Cohen these last several days. The song I am particularly  thinking about is Democracy. I hope Leonard is right and that someday (soon) , “Democracy is coming to the USA.”  This idea comforts me and I still (mostly) believe it. Please be well. Please be safe. Peace.

Love,  Lynda