Inundated with bullshit last week, I arrived home Friday night after a stop at Lou's Farm Market, instructed Alexa to turn on ocean sounds, started a new book, caught up on The Affair, admired my new leggings, framed my Blur Street Art prints, and tuned out the world.
Saturday I attempted to enjoy my reading chair but my dogs said no, we won't allow it. I largely avoided Facebook to get my shit together after trump's immigration ban came down like a hammer straight from hell. Late afternoon I popped into HomeGoods because sometimes you just need to get lost in the towel aisle, you know what I'm saying? After that I had a delicious dinner at Dad & Carol's. My ever fashionable niece was wearing a pug shirt that was just too cute. She has every one of us wrapped around her finger.
I did most of my food prep Saturday afternoon: hard boiled eggs for breakfasts with berries; breakfast burritos to freeze; chicken/pasta/celery/kalamata olive/caper salads for lunches; pork tenderloin for dinners; raspberry lemon muffins; power breakfast muffins to freeze; and sweet potato casserole with marshmallows. Other dinners include salmon with roasted potatoes and steamed veggies.
Sunday I was supposed to have a massage but they had it scheduled for February, so there went that. I went to a Quaker meeting with MFD and we got a bite to eat at the Corner Bakery.
Then we headed to the airport because this flurry of bullshit executive orders is not America. We had no signs, we were dressed inappropriately, but we felt like we had to show up. I'm glad so many others did as well, by any means possible.
I could not chant anything at first, it was like I lost my voice to a mixture of despair, relief, and comaraderie amid a sea of people. I saw some other people with bright eyes, swallowing hard, and we exchanged glances...I see you. I see you.
To those sick of the protesting, mmm, nothing...nothing for you. But please tell me more about how this was about safety but trump made these changes to the National Security Cabinet this weekend, seemingly making us, you know, less secure.
Other Sunday things were sheet changing and the laundry and all that jazz. Sweet boring domesticity in a warm home with electric, heat, and running water; a fridge full of food, more material items than we could ever need, sleeping dogs...a sanctuary. A haven. Buoyed by the knowledge that our friends and family were all in their homes enjoying the comforts of them, accoutrements may vary. Like nothing that exists for the people in war-torn Syria. Refugees of war. Children.
Honestly I spent a lot of this weekend sick to my stomach over all of this. It was good to take a break for a while Saturday, get some peace Sunday, and then show up. When I don't know what I can do, a good answer for me is to always just show up and go from there.
Speaking of, I hope this shows up fine because I put all the pics in on my phone. Here's hoping. eta: it didn't show up fine, so I had to fix it
