democracy remains messy

Today we find our master juggler attending her very first congressional town hall meeting. Yes, my first because there has to be a first time. I would offer the mommy card raising a circus act of babies but there was this beautiful mom there with her most adorable baby secure in her Mobi wrap and sometimes breastfeeding, which would shame me to even offer that excuse. .

But this mama is woke now and she was here tonight at her very first Congressional Town Hall event…eight hours after having lumbar and sacral joint nerves destroyed in her spine via radio frequency ablation. No, really that is the actual medical insurance code description for that surgical procedure that I had today on my spine. The local the doctor injected into my spine was wearing off at right about the start of the town hall too, which made sitting in a hard straight back chair in a crowded auditorium of my fellow California District 10 constituents all the more fun.

Heh.

It was. Fun, that is. It was loud and messy as democracy often is. Mr. Denham might not have appreciated it as much as I did.

Oh well.

It was an education and, at times entertaining. Thank you to you for that. I doubt that you found it to be entertaining but I do hope that you found it to be perhaps a little bit enlightening because BIGLY SURPRISE your voting record and your positions on issues of importance to the people who live here in CA District 10 actually don’t represent many of us here in District 10.

You promise to see us again at the next town hall; which I do look forward to. Truth be told, I’m looking forward more to November 2018.

a day when even my lucky underpants don’t help

Was it a bad day for you too?

I mean, it’s not every day the Mother Of All Bombs gets dropped…RIGHT???!!! What else could happen? Two thin-skinned, narcissistic despots with nuclear weapons poised for a pissing contest – okay!

Was it a bad day for you too?

It couldn’t get any harder except for just navigating the day in pain. Yes, still. It couldn’t possibly get any harder, any more stressful.

Heh!

Not a stellar day in the life of parenting a neuro-diverse kid.

Gonna try harder. Gonna do better. Tomorrow. It’s all that I can do.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.”
~ Bill Watterson

days worth celebrating

Pretty much every one knows by now that this week was a landmark week with National Siblings Day and National Pets Day. We know this, of course thanks to social media and all of the I-really-don’t-like-these-national-whatever-days-but-here-is-a-picture-of-my-punk-brother-and-brat-sister-and-me-and-my-cat-and-my-dog-and-my-hedgehog. Thanks social media friends, even if you really don’t care abouhonoring those life-long cradle to grave relationships that are the ones you share with brothers and sisters or celebrate the joy pets bring to our lives and to create public awareness about the plight of many different kinds of animals awaiting a forever home in shelters and rescues all around the globe. Yeah, we see your feigned indifference and we are not buying it. Not at all.

You care about those people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring, quite often the hard way.

Your cat, on the other hand, probably doesn’t care. She probably doesn’t even care about National Grilled Cheese Day, which is today.. She would care if I were to make this grilled cheese sandwich. WE ALL WOULD CARE! Alas, my darling husband is on a strict diet right now and I am joining him in solidarity and because I could stand to lose a few myself. 

Meanwhile, this picture posted on social media in celebration of days worth celebrating is truly the best and the one, for me, most worth celebrating.

Although I fear I might never be able to forgive their parents for allowing them to grow up so fast.

Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.

~ Margaret Mead

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