the kind of day no quote can fix

And so how is everyone’s day today?

Really?!…Mine started with a call to my congressman. Check that, many calls…many, many calls dialed

yes kids, I said dialed

no kids, I’m not going to explain what dial is

Google it, okay

Anyway, I tried to get through to my congressman starting at 6 AM West Coast time and dialed repeatedly unable to even connect until finally:

Honorable Jeff Denham is not answering.

 

CLICK!

What the fresh hell???!!!

And so while I watched and listened to our Republican-controlled House ram this Trumpcare Bill through before their next seven day recess, along with so many other Americans, I did my very best to reduce all of the anxiety and stress.

Of course my form was as exquisite as Adriene’s. Of course it was! And it helped. At least I stopped screaming at CSPAN imagining that my congressman could hear me since his Washington and Modesto offices stopped taking constituents’ calls. But all the Nadi Shodhana and Downward Dog and Cobra and Warrior poses wasn’t going to stop my congressman and his GOP colleagues  from completely ignoring the will of their constituents, from their vote and from their post-touchdown end zone celebration in the Rose Garden because we have a POTUS that needs to be happy and smiling; nor was it going to stop me from thinking of how this could potentially harm my family – the ones who won’t get to stay on their parents plan forever.

What a day!

A day that calls for ice cream and laughter and singing along to pop songs on the radio and hugs and after they go home to mommy, wine

And no apologies for run on sentences. Not today.

I’ve had the kind of bad day no quote can fix ~ Richelle E. Goodrich

 

porch season

April and, perhaps, May can be a bit deranged here in the Central Valley. One day is blue skies and warm, gentle breezes followed by a week of howling winds, rain, hail and the occasional funnel cloud to fret over commenting this is not tornado country! Still, the end of April and May, after a long, wet winter that ends years of drought, is the perfect time to get out and clean up our room outside because wind, rain or shine, it’s porch season.

And fire pit season.

Roasting marshmallows season.

Chubby bunnies and sugar high making all the memories kind of season.

Relaxing in the evening, sipping wine kind of season

Porches are America’s lost rooms

~ Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

pause for a moment of science

In the words of our California District 10 Representative today:

Here in the Central Valley we’re blessed with an abundance of the Earth’s natural resources.

Jeff Denham is right. It’s one of the many things that make the Central Valley, California unique and special. And, in spite of Mr. Denham’s voting record to date, perhaps why he reluctantly agreed that climate change is real facing many of his constituents in that town hall earlier this week. We shall see if he votes his words later this week as he returns back to Washington, to vote on, among other things, HR 861.

We’ll be here back home in CA District 10 watching. Count on it!

Meanwhile…

And we did...hundreds of us in Victory Park in Stockton. We gathered and joined hands round the perimeter of the park in solidarity as a critical mass because we value science and all that it does for us, all that it means to us.

Hundreds clasping hands together and joining millions all over the world for Science and to remember that no science is immune the infection of politics and the corruption of power (Jacob Bronowski).

But now,” says the Once-ler, “now that you’re here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

keeping balance

Mom is sick. Mom is unable to take care of herself.

Thank goodness for my sister whose strength enables her to do that which I am not sure that I can. She’s taking care of Mom.

Point A to Point B is never a straight line, not while living this ride that is life. Yup, here I am letting go; letting go of so much. In my time now. In my own way.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving
~ Albert Einstein