I was marching yesterday…hence no post. Up too early. Left early. All that stuff.
I made my sign Friday night…
Two sides. Last year, I knew it was going to rain and I left everything too late, so I just printed out a sign and taped it so it wouldn’t run too much…
This year, I even managed a stick.
The rest of Friday night was pretty laid back. I was exhausted by the end of the week. Apparently, so was the puppy. Girlchild was trying to read her textbook (supposed to be done by the time she arrives in Madagascar), but really was binge-watching SVU.
I did some grading…one whole assignment in two days. I know part of my lack of efficiency is because she’s leaving. It’s stressful to send your kid that far away. I am barely used to the 3000-mile distance. This is so far. And we know communication will be difficult. No daily texting. No FaceTiming whenever she’s stressed or wants to talk. It will be hard. For her…and me…
Simba also finds it stressful. He wants to sit on her (or someone) constantly.
But she came along for the march…
It was a pretty day, although pretty damn cold (for Southern California) in the beginning…
And we did actually get a tiny bit of rain…
And they always take too long to get us walking. This sweatshirt design was pretty awesome.
37,000 people marched (apparently) in San Diego…more than last year. The president seems confused by our purpose.
Honestly, sometimes I think we’re confused by our purpose. Well. I’m not. I want equal rights for everyone. I want those who are hurt by racist and sexist policies and behaviors to have a voice and rights. There’s a lot of things I want. Accessible and cheap healthcare for everyone. Consequences for discrimination. More support for the groups who need it…my students…the refugees, those stuck in poverty and affected by jailed family members and disability and familial deportations and the fear of deportation and drugs and gangs and all that shit. The threat of being sent back to where they came from…Yo! White folks who threaten this! YOU GO BACK. Seriously. How uneducated are you to think you were here first? SIGH. Oh my. Seriously.
Anyway…we marched. We yell. I make art. I write. I teach. I hope. Sometimes I laugh.
Oh yeah. I vote. Every damn time. All these women vote.
So two problems to solve: how to encourage people to vote, and to vote thinking about everyone on the planet and not just themselves. To vote with empathy. Then how to talk to the white women who voted for Trump…who thought that was a solution to whatever they are missing or whatever they need. I have a hard time with that…I just don’t understand. Especially those at my job who voted that way…because how can you work at my school and not have empathy for those you work with? I don’t know how to have a conversation about that. What are you trying to protect? Sigh. Big sigh.
After that, I graded some more and then went to the Visions opening…beautiful quilts by Jane Sassaman and Betty Busby…totally worth seeing those. Then dinner and a drawing in their receipt book.
Then came home, finished Stranger Things, and tried to go to bed. Unfortunately, my stomach rebelled. Food poisoning? Who knows. I’m OK this morning. Finally got a decent amount of sleep. Still have a million things to grade, to do, to clean. And up super early in the morning to drive the girlchild to the airport. Then I count the days until she’s back, even though I know it will be an awesome trip.
*Ingrid Michaelson, Sort Of
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I didn’t get to march. My body won’t allow it. My PTSD won’t allow it but I was there in spirit with every woman who did. I know some are confused but like you I am not and like you I just don’t get why some people ,especially women voted for him. Its like they has selective hearing.