It has been too long.
My mind is a labrador puppy, look squirrel! No ball! No outside, outside, outside!
The election hit me hard. Maybe some news will come out today at 2:00pm when Obama holds a press conference.
I can’t really talk about the vote. I’ve had to shut down, rethink things. The hardest part was knowing some dear friends voted for…him. He’s a con man, a charlatan. We know that. But now…what?
So. What I’ve come up with is that the friends, neighbors, who made that choice, are there are many, possibly even some of you reading this, they made their choice out of what they felt was no choice. They felt so strongly about some of the issues that they couldn’t find any other way. But, but, and this is the important part, they are still the people who look out for my family, who love my kids, who would do anything for us.
And in the meantime, I’m that puppy. I have to gloss over it to be okay with it. We cannot discuss the election. The future cabinet. The choices that were made that are now coming to fruition. I hope that they regret it. I don’t know how one could watch the news and not.
And when my brain gets too much to handle, I busy myself with…yes, you know me well, my peeps, with projects!! Many, many projects.
So here’s my list.
I’ve been running. Running eases the crazy, it floods my system, it makes me a better human. I hope. And in that vein, I put in for the Chicago Marathon lottery and got in. That gives me until October 8th, 2017 to put some miles on this old bod of mine.
I’ve been making garland. Oh my, the pretty. I’ve cut hundreds (thousands??) of multi-colored pieces of felt, 1″ by 3″, and then the middle gets folded bow-shaped. Run a needle with embroidery thread through and voila! 14 feet later the first garland is up and it makes me happy!
I’m hand-writing Christmas cards this year. A tiny small thing to sign my name on each and every one. To take the time. I don’t know. It just seems important to me this year.
I’m putting together some bags for people down on their luck. I have the supplies; water bottles, Clif bars, socks, stretchy gloves, cookies, candy and some tissues. I’m going to keep some in my car, and bring some with me to work next week to hand out to the people who may or may not be homeless, but either way, maybe there is something in there they can use. I need to work my brain on a micro level right now. See a huge need, and do something small and tangible. I think I have enough for 25 bags or so.
Begin a new book. I’ve been tossing ideas around and I think I may be able to sit alone with my thoughts. Maybe the labrador can be trained?
I have my plane ticket to hit Washington for the march. A few old friends are meeting me. We need to do something even if it’s to show up and let the people in Washington know that we are watching and watching closely. So, I’ll be there. And I hope it’s big and a cross-section of America. My America. The one that believes in justice, and a government for the people, by the people. Not an oligarchy. Maybe my rage can finally be put to good use.
And I’ve been reading. I just finished Station Eleven and loved it. Now I’m reading Ann Patchett, The Magician’s Assistant. I’m digging women writers exclusively at the moment. I’ve tried reading some new books out by some Big Famous Male Writers and no offense, but I have had enough of it. I want to hear what women are writing about right now.
And I’ve been holing up in my house with my family. I still need time to process all that has gone down. Because I’m gearing up for a battle.
The battle isn’t with my friends, my neighbors. The battle is with this nation and what it is attempting to become.
I say no. Not now. Not ever. Never again.
I have missed you all. Let’s do this thing.