Damn it y’all. Yesterday was a blur, filled with shock and sadness. This country truly is divided. I so wanted Mike Espy to win Senate in Mississippi, get Mitch McConnell and Lindsay Graham voted out. So wanted Steve Bullock in Montana to win the Senate seat and not have Daines. Not have Greg Gianforte win the governorship in Montana, remember he is the one who body slammed a reporter back in 2017. Yea, great guy. This list could go on. Biden’s looking good though, there’s that. As Bishop Michael Curry says, the struggle continues, but love is the way. I’m going to hang onto those words.
On another subject, I just started an online memoir writing class through Creative Nonfiction. Already, I love the way it is structured, the way it gets thoughts and writing organized. First assignment is: Free-write on this question: ‘The story I want to tell is…’. Follow the first thought that comes and see where the words lead you. My Side of The Story:
Dismissed without discussion. That’s how it’s been for many years. And I still cry from the loss most days. It’s been four years since I’ve seen my now six year old twin grandchildren, a boy and a girl. I meet them at birth. I was an integral part of their lives for the first two and half years.
I have always been a “kid” person. Babysitting from a young age, being a nanny and then owning my own childcare. Children are so full of promise, innocence and fun. Being a part of their development is an honor. I love seeing the individual emerge and encouraging their curiosities as they present themselves. It’s been twenty years since I closed my childcare. I am still in touch with many of the children I cared for and close friends with some their parents. Caring for someone else’s children is an intimate service. The joys and challenges of a child’s development allowed me to become a part of some of my childcare client’s families.
Once I became a grandparent, I thought this is the life, the one I have been waiting for.
It has warmed up to 16 degrees from 4 degrees today here in Missoula, MT. But the sun is shining and it’s actually quite beautiful after a day and night of steady snowfall. It will warm up to the 50’s by the end of the week. I’ll head to Eugene starting this Thursday.
A couple of talented friend’s work appeared this week. I hope you watch and listen. I found them both entertaining and enlightening. It’s worth your time.
Awhile back, I won an Amazon gift card (remember Alicia). I joined Amazon and have watched shows on Amazon Prime. I ordered something this week, yes a cushy cushion for my seat to help with back pain. That’s the shopping theme lately, cushions, memory form, heating pads, even looking at suppression underwear. Anyway, I digress. I love my cushy cushion, especially while driving in the car. But when it arrived, it was in a huge box with unnecessary packing materials. That depresses me. It’s so wasteful. Last night, I heard a news story of how many accidents occur on the job at Amazon that are covered up, minimized, etc. They push their employees to make sure your item gets to you as fast as possible. (Why does everything have to be so fast?) Last night, I used the last of my gift card and cancelled my membership. I don’t need to help Jeff Bezos get any richer. Also, last night, I watched a new PBS documentary, Driving While Black: Race, Space and Mobility. It is educational, eye opening and heart opening. This morning woke up to this song and performance shared by my friend, Paty. Hope you watch it, I cried. Keep Going On Song Love you all, Thanks for reading. PS not sure if I’ll continue with Fuck it Frances. WordPress renewal is coming up. It’s $118 per year. Feedback welcome.
I voted and it feels so good, “Reunited, and it feels so good Reunited ’cause we understood There’s one perfect fit And, sugar, this one is it We both are so excited ’cause we’re reunited, hey, hey”…
So good I just had to sing for bit. You remember the tune by Peaches & Herb?! The lyrics could work for reuniting this country again. I think there is hope. If you can vote early, do it. Drop your ballot in a polling box if you can. Mail in is a great option, but it will delay the results and since the 45th and DeJoy are sleeping together no telling what shenanigans they will drum up.
Need a good laugh, check out the talented Alec Baldwin and Jim Carrey in the latest episode of Saturday Night Live, First Debate. The entire episode is available on NBC, highly recommend.
We are all reeling from the “debate” Tuesday night. I choose to listen to it on NPR, as the less I can look at the 45th the better. But really, I couldn’t listen, the banter and arguing were disturbing, so I turned it off. The good news is, I am going to vote tomorrow. Here in Montana, one can go into an election office starting tomorrow and put their vote in. I have actually had some mail that was coming not show up so this is will feel the most effective way to get my vote in and counted. I’ll mask up, stay six feet apart and wash, wash, wash my hands. Hope everybody has your plan of action of getting your vote in as soon as possible.
Hip/back pain update: it’s been a month and still hurts. Yesterday, I could hardly get out of bed. I decided to go by the Bone and Joint Urgent Care. X-rays only revealed a little degeneration in my spine. The doc prescribed physical therapy and muscle relaxers. If no improvement in a few weeks, they will do an MRI. Looking forward to physical therapy starting Monday. Muscle relaxers didn’t do much last night. Got the heating pad, ice packs and stretching going on today. Truth: I’m tired and miss my grandchildren.
Vote and strengthen your core. Thanks for reading.
A friend on social media posed a question: “Tell me how the past year has irreparably broken your spirit?” The responses were many, varied and poignant. Here’s my response: The injustice that has reared it’s ugly head this year has broken my heart, caused me to reflect, go into action and accept some of what is. In research I’ve discovered shameful acts of my Southern family, my grandfather declared a black man insane for trying to enter a white southern university and had him committed. My family of origin’s dysfunction has created a chasm that may be irreparable. Tribalism is creating a divide. We are forgetting we are all connected. It breaks my heart everyday, especially this past year.
I’d love to hear your response.
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” Ernest Hemingway
Last night I watched Frontline on PBS about the two men we have running for President. It’s very telling. Our democracy is at stake here. It’s not about being Republican or Democrat, it’s about getting a reality show host, bully and sociopath out of office. Watch and educate yourselves: The Choice 2020 Trump vs. Biden Yes, the two parties are important, but we have a personality problem right now.
Another good find, Rogan’s List. It has many links to who to contact on what issues, White House contacts, links to Postal Service and more: Rogan’s List
“My dream is that we will get back to it. I think it will take strong people from both parties to say, let’s get together for the good of the country.” Ruth Bader Ginsberg This is a beautiful piece that honors RBG and inspires us to continue her good fight.
ActBlue is reporting record-breaking donations to Dem candidates since the announcement of her death – something like $12.5 million in the first two hours. Let’s not stop now. We need to carry on the fight for her, for us, and future generations. Donate, volunteer, vote, take someone to get registered, help them vote. Here are some suggestions: Support Amy McGrath, get McConnell out of there. https://secure.actblue.com/donate/am-website?refcode=website-nav
Mike Epsy, Democrat, for Senate in Mississippi, this is a quiet but important campaign. He’d be MS’s first Black senator since 1881. While winning over a backwards Republican. https://espyforsenate.com/
These are just a few ways to contribute. There are plenty more. Consider donating to any of the swing state elections and of course Joe Biden. https://joebiden.com/
Please leave comments with some of your suggestions on how contribute and more. I can’t figure out how to make links without the https, etc on this new format. I’ll get help. For now they are clickable just not as attractive. @lovenotfear, help?!
Love y’all, keep up the good fight and get into some good trouble
My last stop in Idaho was at the Cenex in Salmon, ID. Guns and ammo stores with large signs lined the streets. Huge Trump flags flew outside homes and from backs of oversized pickup trucks. I ran into the Cenex, which had a True Value hardware store in it, to use the restroom. I was one of the only mask wearers in there. As I waited for the restroom, I peeked in the camping section. A young male employee approached me, not wearing a mask. I backed away as he asked if I needed any help. “I thought you might be looking for your husband, since you are in the fishing and camping section,” he said. “No, no husband, I’m a camper,” I replied. “Oh you are one of the lucky ones, there aren’t many of you,” he smirked. After a quick visit to the bathroom, I couldn’t walk fast enough out of there. It is beautiful country, with a sense of fear in the air. As a liberal woman traveling alone, it wasn’t the safest I’ve ever felt. In fact, I felt 100% safer traveling through Baja, Mexico alone. When my map app announced, welcome to Montana, my tension relaxed, I took a deep breath of relief. Yesterday, I had an appointment with my favorite chiropractor here in Missoula, Dr. Van Eerden, at Hickory Street Chiropractic Clinic, http://www.hschiro.com/ He really is good, gentle and uses the activator. Our visit was mainly me on the table with him doing visceral manipulation. We talked of Idaho, shared stories that only confirmed my sense of fear driving through there. His son played soccer, thus they found themselves traveling there for games. Ivan’s gentle touch gave my hips some relief. By evening, I was feeling the pain again and exhausted. I have a doctor’s appointment next week to continue the search into what is causing this discomfort. Meantime, Aranda Bowman LMT, https://www.massagebook.com/Springfield~Massage~Aranda?src=external (highly recommend her) who I saw in Oregon a week ago sent out this Youtube with some self myofascial bodywork. Check it out and take good care of yourself.
Thanks for reading and coming along on the journey.
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Life is good when you find the perfect campsite. Stayed last night in the Sawtooth National Forest. I had my own private spot by a babbling brook surrounded by quacking Aspens. Not cell or internet. The smoke is here now though.
Woke up in the night and couldn’t stop thinking of the 45th’s comments about war veterans who died or came back injured. I’ll say this to him: My father served this country. Two uncles died in war, one was a POW and came back pretty messed up. My brother was sergeant in Vietnam. His friend, Mr. Green Jeans, was killed right before his eyes. He saw things we don’t talk about it. You call these men losers and suckers! I will never say your name again.