marching, not mourning

Are you in mourning?

Not today. Today was the most perfect. day to go for a walk.

A walk with one of my daughters.

From Grand Avenue…

to Broadway…

and all the way to Frank Ogawa Plaza…

encompassing the entire western shore of Lake Merritt…

and several blocks beyond because more than 60,000 women, men, mothers, daughters, sisters, sons, lovers, husbands, wives, fathers, grandmothers, grandfathers, aunties, uncles, beautiful babies, glorious women great with child, students, doctors, nurses, musicians, preachers, teachers, politicians, rocket scientists, artists and so many more walking shoulder to shoulder together could not be contained along the planned route.

Powerful, y’all. So powerful.

The streets echoed with drum beats, brass bands, guitars, BANJOES and so many stories…

so much hope…

so much love.

More than 60,000 Americans, immigrants, refugees walking together today in Oakland, California. Oakland Police report no property damage and no arrests.

Just a beautiful day, a beautiful day for a walk…together.

 

 

things needed

When Bill’s step-mom was alive, she was known to always ask for the simplest of things for Christmas: pot holders, placemats, dish towels, note cards. Nothing fancy, mind you. I learned that gifting her with the fanciest of place mats when all she wanted was some simple-everyday-when-the-grandkids-are-here kind of placemats. The simple things were the things she wanted, needed and loved the best. Me, the 20 and 30-something, who had the most complicated (and often expensive) of wants and needs never got why someone would want pot holders for Christmas.

Here we are, years and years later, and when pressed to share what I might be wishing for Christmas this year I could not think of anything…nothing that I desperately wanted or needed. Nine months ago I downsized in a big way moving our Big Top to 800 less square footage. The last thing I needed was more stuff…except maybe I could use some new potholders.

POTHOLDERS?!

Yes. I know. I seem to be channeling Barbara but the potholders I have are old and raggedy and have to be at least 13 years old. Sure I could pick up some while making a Target run…and I should have. But while making a Target run, I am usually there for other things: prescriptions, t-shirts for the guys, trash bags, shampoo, soap, whatever, anything…anything but potholders because when I am running through Target, likely spending too much money, the LAST thing I am thinking of is those ratty, blue potholders that have seen better days.

Point taken.

And so Christmas morning, I received

Oh yeah! Potholders! Also these sweet counter height stools from Pottery Barn for my kitchen along with lots of others wonderful, thoughtful and much needed gifts including chocolate and wine; because I really do need other things.

But this, this was the best and what I need more than anything.

Even potholders.

Yeah, I’m feeling very thankful, very blessed.

thanks to perseverance and confidence in herself

PhD level unlocked.

I couldn’t be happier or prouder of my sister because she worked hard for this.

I am optimistic about your work. I am optimistic that my successor will quickly realize how important this work is. I urge you to stay the course and keep up your commitment to the work. Make your voices heard and make them relevant to the people that you’re talking to. ~ Sally Jewell, U.S. Interior Secretary

You got this, my dear Dr. Sister!

car time

When Bill’s father was alive, the two of them spent practically every weekend together working on cars…his car, his wife’s car, our cars, Bill’s sisters’ cars. An extended family our size, there was pretty much always a car that needed at least a little minor attention at any given time. Bill learned a lot about cars back then, especially Pintos.

He might have complained about all the time spent working on family cars, especially the ones that seemed to be used and abused the most. I doubt, though that he complained about the time spent with his Dad. I would imagine his Dad  felt the same…about the some of the cars they worked on and the time spent with his adult son virtually every weekend.

And now, years later, it’s the same kids…no matter how much he grouses in front of you.

That would be why I jumped ahead of him to spend an afternoon with one of our adult kids in a Jiffy Lube, watching some of yet another Harry Potter Marathon Weekend (when is there ever NOT a Harry Potter Movie Marathon Weekend???) and talking about life, work, Kanye, school and the importance of having a clean air filter.

Good times!

Truly, because hanging out with your grown-up kids is like visiting the best parts of yourself.