Sometimes I think I will walk right in and there will be the Crazy waiting for me, welcoming me. And we will dance off together and there will be nothing to look back upon. It will be a good thing only I will not remember.
Once Joel said he always thought about me but only when he wasn’t thinking. Aren’t we always thinking? I asked. Yeah, he said. Pretty much.
The most beautiful flowers a Mother ever gets are the dandelions held in a bunch in a tiny hand. Small. Small I always picture them, and young, and with little round faces. And so much hope and slammed doors and giggles and tears to brush away.
Yellow roses and mums and love from Angela who is doing so well and living in Portugal where I will be going to visit in October.
We went to the climate-change strike on Friday the 20th. The kid and the granddog Sullivan came for the event, and Lizzy Fig went to the health spa for cats while we attended. The strike was just that, as advertised, and not at all a demonstration ala the 60-70s. Which was of course fine, their call, but quite different for me. The last time I was at a demonstration (when I got hit by a rock, but another story) we were marching across the U of Iowa campus shouting: Hey, hey, LBJ, how many kids did you kill today!
But today’s times are quite different, as we well know. There were quite a few speeches and only a very few chants, no marching. I was a wee bit disappointed in the format as it seemed to me that speeches about why something need be done were unnecessary. The crowd there already knew something should and must be done. Perhaps what might have been more powerful. That and more chants. Not only do I love chants, but crowds respond to chants, and a slogan is great for unification. It will come, I’m sure. At least the many gatherings across the world sent a message. Now for continued pressure and forward movements. It was at least inspiring to me with a remembrance that every little bit helps. And I’ve renewed my efforts to eliminate plastic from my life.
Town Square, downtown Cleveland
Angela in front, multi-red shirt and red pants, sunglasses
Meanwhile, at the health spa for cats, it wasn’t exactly a rapturous event.
Lizzy Fig—frozen in a corner, clutching her blanketA photo of Lizzy Fig having fun. It’s blank because she didn’t have any.
Subsequent photos of Lizzy saying hi to me showed no movement. She was fine once I got her home, even in the car with me. She’s just too shy and timid for life out there.
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