Way out of practice in the writing and gratefulness department. Getting back on the horse again, as it were...
A couple of weeks ago, local Planned Parenthoods reported what was either a possible sex trafficking ring or more likely a right wing "sting operation" to discredit the organization: http://tucsoncitizen.com/arizona-news/2011/01/29/arizona-planned-parenthood-clinics-target-of-activist-sting/
Initially, the Planned Parenthood staff were suspicious and brought these incidents to the attention of the FBI. They also alerted the Associated Press.
It's been a strange, strange week. Last Saturday was the anniversary of my father's death and if I hadn't been meeting my mother and sister for lunch that day in commemoration, I might have been down at the Gabrielle Giffords event, maybe with my kids in tow, maybe with some friends from my MoveOn council. Got the news during lunch - my phone kept ringing, the emails kept coming and for a few hours until we knew who did it, current rhetoric debates aside, my friends and I really did think it might have been a right wing zealot.
I'm so proud of my MoveOn council! That's me on the microphone...
Haven't had time to comment or post lately. Living at unlivable speeds lately - school is back in session for the girls since last week (and college back in session this week for boycorbid and myself) have to train 3 new staff members at work whilst boss is on a two week vacation, have recently been made council coordinator for my local Move On council in the midst of a busy grassroots campaign against corporate corruption, money is as tight as ever, housework as behind as ever, weather is irritatingly hot, mosquitos are eating me alive daily, yet somewhow we soldier on...
Hey, mamas. Once again I have been lurking for weeks but not finding the time to write. Need to make myself find time for this. Once again, summer has descended, unsympathetic to my lack of preparedness for it. May and June have been a patchwork quilt of obstacles and opportunities:
I need help/advice & vibes galore. I took S. (my 7 year old) to the dentist yesterday because she complained of some tooth pain. We have been without dental insurance since their dad dropped them from his plan last year, and she had not had any complaints previously, so dental and medical "well" visits have been less of a priority for me than they maybe ought to be. Still, I figured if either of the girls had a cavity or infection, they would let me know they were in pain and I would do something about it. Wrong.
I am writing this at the coffee house a couple of blocks from my house. There is a middle aged couple on a second date to my right and a guy outside on the patio who looks like a graying Lester Bangs in horn rimmed glasses. Just had a nice large mug of French Roast with extra cream and an egg and veggie scramble with marble rye toast and have already been to Walgreens for the toilet paper, conditioner and deodorant we were out of.
Homemade green onion and celery chicken salad in the fridge.
Slight glow from an afternoon shower and a walk around the block with my two girls.
Fresh cut purple tulips in water on the counter.
A closet full of my late grandfather's plaid shirts, my "inheritance."
A Louise Erdrich novel on the ereader on my phone.
A full refrigerator and gas tank to offset my less than full bank account.
The new Evelyn Evelyn CD.
A challenging project at work.