Well of course the Dolphin is in the shop, getting the oil pan replaced due to an oil leak. It’s old, I love it. Should get it this afternoon and then be good to go. Since this weekend is 4th of July (another holiday I don’t care for, many dogs and war veterans don’t love it either) I’ll wait to start my journey back to Oregon next week. I plan to stock up on food, etc so the only stops I need to make are for gas and camping. It feels really important right now to social distance as much as possible. There are so many more people in Montana I’d love to see but socializing is just not a good idea.
The outdoors is undoubtably the best medicine for me. I do hope to take my time and enjoy it. There is no rush to get anywhere at this time.
Good time to donate blood.
Yesterday I donated blood. For a month, the Red Cross is testing for Covid-19 antibodies. It’s been a week, so for 3 more weeks they will do the test. I was told I should hear back in about 7-10 days. I also got a t-shirt and a $5 gift card to Amazon, woohoo. Of course, masks are required and sanitation is on going.
Montana is at it’s best in beauty right now. Perfect temperatures, wild flowers blooming and opportunities to be outside and not around people. With the Covid numbers on the rise, staying away from people and crowds will only serve us, along with mask wearing and washing hands.
Dolphin update: she has an oil leak. That will be taken care of next week. More money into her. Still determined to get her to Eugene and make decision on how far I will go on repairs. She will serve as my moving van. Of course, I have too much stuff. Several bins of old pictures and memorabilia. Not sure what I’m saving them for. Yesterday, I passed a fellow dolphinite. We waved as if we were long lost friends with a mutual love.
Sometimes, I fall asleep crying and wake up crying. I’ve come to accept that and move through it, knowing in another moment I won’t be.
I cry for missed opportunities, family gatherings, my grandchildren turning 6, hearing them call me Gaga, the comfort of family checking in on each other during a pandemic, sisters, nephews, daughter and grandchildren calling to wish me a happy 61st birthday, planning the next gathering, and laughing together.
For reasons, some of my own doing and some I’m not sure of, those opportunities have passed.
I do believe, if we all listened, really listened with the empathy to put ourselves in each other’s shoes, we could grow to understand and forgive. I believe there is a story to be told, one of love and redemption. Fear is erased, holds on control and the need to be right are loosened, and hearts are opened.
But for today, I’m off to Black Lives Matter Rally in Missoula. Black Lives Matter Rally
Showing up to show support, listen and learn.
Side note: the dolphin is running good. I took it to have oil changed at Lube It. The guys there loved it. I love it when whoever is working on it, loves it. Taking it into RV shop on Wednesday to have a few things taken care of. I love it and it needs so much work!
Sick Empire– podcast tells the stories of Black and Brown Communities Living in New York City During COVID-19
Meantime in Missoula, MT, armed white group corner a black teenager at protest. Missoulian article
Made it to Montana. Wendy picked me up at the airport. She and I picked up where we left off and then some.
Montana is so green right now. Can’t wait to get out and enjoy it.
Now to give the dolphin some attention and love. Just made an appointment to have her looked over at the RV place next Wednesday. Guess the receptionist thinks I’m a sweetheart, since she called me that numerous times.
Saw this event for Tuesday, June 16th with Stacey Abrams. I know I’d love to hear what she has to say.
Our Time is Now: Power, Purpose, and the Fight for a Fair America
Stacey Abrams, author event
Wendy’s daughter was getting married. We were all invited, all three of us plus the new one. We had all touched her daughter’s life and she wanted us gathered around, outside in beautiful Montana, along with her fun loving friends.
Since we had all been married to her father at different times, he would witness our connection. Three good choices, that ended due to his soon to follow bad choices.
The ceremony was beautiful. We all got to hear her father go on too long about his beautiful, bright daughter, making it all about himself.
Guests dispersed to sitting tables, bathrooms, food and drink tables. The brides grandmother, my ex mother in-law spotted me, grabbed me and insisted I find the other two for a photo opp. Forget that she has once sided with her son (I was the first) during our divorce. The two who followed me became similar characters in the story of the cheating husband. His mother, then saw her son for the playwright that he was.
Dedicated to my sisters, Wendy and Suzy.
I have a couple of Southern women friends, up in Montana. We bonded over our Southernness and since have shared good times, giggles, floats on the river, food, grief and beauty. We call ourselves, the Hellgate Junior League. Hellgate Canyon runs through Missoula, MT and of course the junior league is an identifier for most upstanding Southern women.
Julie Rae has a style that don’t stop. Hardly ever have I seen her without the perfect hat, or lip color. For our Southern picnic in the park, she brought fine china, cloth napkins and peach pie. If it’s not done in style, it’s not worth doing.
Caroline Keys can strum a guitar, or banjo and sing a song that makes you feel dreamy. I first heard her band, Stellarondo, named for an Eudora Welty character. Strawberry Cake is my most requested song. She is a prolific musician. In addition, Caroline teaches poetry to children on the Flathead Reservation.
She shared her class assignment with us. Write a tetractys: a 10 line poem, numbered 1,2,3,4, 10,10, 4,3,2,1. Each number is the number of syllables in each line.
Here’s my tetractys:
grey clouds above
go play outside today and tomorrow
flowers will bloom and people will heal soon
don’t be alone
you are loved
From Missoula, MT to El Pescadero, Baja
Took my friend, Amy, away from her work for a bit with an afternoon stroll through Eugene Holiday Market. Settled in at Amy’s house for the week. It’s amazing to be a witness to Amy working her magic with her real estate business, Amy Thompson Homes Real Estate. Truly her clients are lucky to have her expertise and it’s no surprise that she is in the top 1% of residential real estate brokers in Lane County.
I’ll be cooking the elk meat I brought from Montana tonight. (Thanks Joe) Amy’s going to pass, but her husband, Jamie is willing.