Happiness. It's relative.
This morning at the sign protest, a woman walked up to us wearing a button that said Minnesota – Pretti Good. She said she was visiting Milwaukee and came out to thank us for holding our anti-ICE, pro-immigrant, anti-war, pro-peace, anti-lawlessness, pro-Constitution signs at… Continue Reading “Lost in the Waving of Signs on a Street Corner”
I’m tired of casual swearing. Or more to the point, incessant swearing. More specifically, the ubiquitous use of the word f**k which I think is only impactful said under one’s breath at a particularly loathsome person or said loudly if one runs one’s snowblower… Continue Reading “Coarse Is as Coarse Does”
I was with a boyfriend once when he drove my VW down the block on the sidewalk. I was probably intoxicated and laughing so maybe I was abetting his lawbreaking since I assume it is against the law to operate an automobile on the… Continue Reading “So Far, So Law-Abiding”
Heavy heartedness. That’s what I needed a break from today. If you’re a person paying attention or, worse, a person (like me) paying too much attention, current events can create a constant sense of dread and foreboding. Remember the little sign from the Vietnam… Continue Reading “Reticulation is a Thing to Behold”
This morning, I told my husband that I wanted to live as a hermit because going places, especially meetings requiring banter and dialogue, had become tiresome and all I really want to do is walk in the dog park, go to tiny markets to… Continue Reading “Hermit Life”
Ca-pit-u-la-tion Turn your pockets inside out Hear their change jingle ___________________ Photo by Sarbasri Bhaumik on Unsplash
Last week at the County budget hearing, an old advocate started shouting at the County Board to stand up and be leaders. STAND UP! he yelled. And then gestured wildly with his hands repeating over and over, STAND UP! And all the County Board… Continue Reading “Speak in the Microphone: You Have Two Minutes”
I said I wouldn’t get tired. But I got tired. I lost my fervor. My sense of urgency. I’m watching Trump send the National Guard to an American city under the guise of getting rid of homeless people and all the terrible criminals and… Continue Reading “Old Girl is Home and Dusting Off Her Protest Signs”
I’ve handed over my calendar to Herc. I hope he sits there and protects the blank spaces. I sat my retired self in a county meeting for three hours this morning. My watch, which is very wise in the area of personal discipline and… Continue Reading “Ragtime is My Time Anytime”
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