Butternut Squash

In our late summer, somewhat over-grown garden, we now have at least four butternut squashes growing.  That’s four squash, on the one plant.  The one plant is pretty much all over the garden now, twining its way among and even through all the other plants.  Is it squash or squashes, anyway?  Or squashi?

I think it’s probably squash.  Squash is a safe topic.  Or squash are a safe topic.  Whatever.  I’m very aware of what is or isn’t a safe topic these days.  Don’t mention religion, politics, personal appearance, or school with Peter.  The rest of us are a little fragile right now too.  It’s the beginning of a new school year after all (oops, don’t mention that to Peter).

The cosmos is a safe topic.  When we ever manage to all sit down together at the table, which is painfully infrequently, I”ve lately been suggesting cosmological topics of conversation.  “So, do you think there’s really intelligent life on other planets?”  Or “What is anti-matter, anyway?  I don’t get that.”  These cosmological questions are non-threatening.  They don’t hit too close to home.  And sometimes they make someone at the table chuckle, because it’s a rather silly way to start a conversation, right?  And humor is good.

So we will enter September with humor, and with the usual fear and trembling.

And no one could tell me, at dinner, why there doesn’t happen to be any anti-matter floating around on Earth.  I mean, what if one of our butternut squash bumbled into an anti-butternut squash?  That would be bad, I think.  I just don’t get it.


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  1. Below is a short review of a book that way on my PageADay calendar for today. It may have some resonance with you. This information is being provided with the best on intentions, but please forgive me if it’s not helpful.

    “Next Stop: A Memoir of Family,” by Glen Finland (Amy Einhorn, 2012)
    In this potent memoir, Glen Finland exposes herself as a less than perfect mother–and the result is that we relate to her all the more. the primary focus of the story is how Finland and her husband raise their autistic son, David, so that he might one day be able to live on his own. Truly gripping is Finland’s honesty about all the ways in which her marriage and her relationship with her older son suffered due to the intense focus on David’s needs. Universally appealing and sympathetic in its depiction of the difficult choices of parenthood.

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