This has been an interesting four days away from this blog. A lot has happened. What happened on Thursday night though
stands out. I decided to go to an execution vigil. As I mentioned before on this blog, Georgia was going to execute Samuel David Crowe
Thursday night at 7pm in the state prison in Jackson. I am against the death penalty, and there are vigils at the State Capital every time
there is an execution.
The state capital is easy to reach. It even has its own MARTA stop. It's the same stop where I got off when I went to visit
my friend who was in Grady Hospital in the intensive care ward. He is alive and at home now. He recovered. He was tied to
the bed and had tubes in every orifice at one time. I shiver thinking about it. I used to say that Hell had its own MARTA station.
I got off at the MARTA station for Hell and walked down a maze of streets to the State Capital. The steps near the canon were nearly empty.
Finally, a woman in a red shirt asked me if I was there for the vigil. I said I was. That made two of us. We met a third woman who was
sitting and coloring in a coloring book. She was on the capital steps. That made three of us and we wondered.... Well, a fourth woman showed up. She was
another Open Door volunteer and she asked if any of us had heard if Mr. Crowe had had
any luck with the Board of Pardons and Paroles.
Then a fifth woman showed up. She had heard the good news on her radio. As some of you all ready know, the Board of Pardons and
Paroles had commuted Samuel David Crowe's sentence to life in prison. This was an excellent way for a vigil to end. I evne got a partial ride
home from the fifth woman who was also a librarian at Emory. I laugh about this as I write.
I think librarians should run the world or at least the country. We'd do a better job than the current clowns who are now in charge.
I get to cook tomorrow and I get to go to a Lag B'omer/Memorial Day party up on Toco Hills. It costs ten dollars, but I have the money. I
hope I won't be too bored there since it will be a party for families, including those with young children. I am childfree and other people's kids
can sometimes be fun and sometimes...
I spent Shabbos afternoon on my own Saturday because I did not have home hospitality. I dreaded it. I did enjooy eating my own
food for lunch though. I had green bean, olive, and speckeled butter pea salad along with corn bread and sliced papaya for dessert. Papaya is one of
my Shabbos traditions.
After lunch, I went for a walk. I got all the way to the Eastlake MARTA station and then went down into Oakhurst. I even
found the Oakhurst Community Garden. There was a hen house and a huge complex of bee hives there as well.
The chickens were substantial birds with beautiful plumage and the bee hives had carpets of bees around their entrances. The garden had heirloom tomato
plants available to the public. All of this was unbearably cool, as were the beneficial insects including lady bugs that were everywhere and the
companion plantings with marigolds and beans with tomatoes. When I left the garden, I wasn't tired. My head did ache because I was quite thirsty.
Today I made it to the pool, and the young man at the counter let me swim for free because I showed up half an hour before closing time. I got in my twenty laps
and I felt terrific. After swimming, I went grocery shopping. I now have menus planned and a house full of food. The only sour spot in this grocery run was that
there was no kosher toasted sesame oil to be had at either the Farmer's Market or my neighborhood Kroger's. I'll try Publix in Toco Hills on my way to the
party tomorrow. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky.
