The quest for an acceptable pizza place near our house continued Friday night. We tried a new to us pizza place (
Originals). Pickup only but if we want pizza without traveling to
Penndel Pizza or
Brothers, we'll probably get it from there going forward. I painted my nails (OPI Black Tie Optional). We were asleep on the couch by 9 pm and it was literally a struggle to get upstairs and into bed. Wild Friday nights, man.
Saturday morning we were on a 9:18 train headed downtown. We stopped at my daily DD and the library - Debbie even got a library card - so I could pick up books and go to the bathroom since the library was conveniently at the start of the Women's March.
Estimates have the crowd at 60,000 people in Philadelphia and much more in cities all over - media coverage of the anniversary marches have been largely absent. I was upset that the Philly organizers initially agreed to checkpoints and searches for entry, which is essentially permission to stop and frisk at will. I was then upset with fellow white women who were all who cares? We need to care - we don't ever think about being stopped and searched just based on how we appear. We need to listen to and understand the concerns of women of color and the trans community and not dismiss things as not a big deal because they have never been a big deal to us personally. ANYWAY the crowd was strong but tired. I'm tired. But, onward.
There's work to do: get people registered to vote, get out the vote for candidates who support your values, and make a difference in your communities in the meantime. Keep showing up, keep speaking out, and keep taking care of yourself so you can be in it for the long haul.
That's all, right?
Debbie and I were on our own a lot running into MFD here and there, as well as Angie plus Jennifer and Joanna from high school and some of MFD's activist peeps.
When Debbie and I were walking back to the train station, I loved how everyone was threading their signs through the sidewalk barriers. Then I freaking ran into my friend Laura from college on the train platform, which is nuts. It was awesome to see her in person even for a few minutes.
I picked Bruce up at Camp Bow Wow, then retired to the couch to chill for an hour before heading back to the train station to get MFD - he stayed in town to attend the
Poor People's Campaign event at the Friends Center, a continuation of Dr. King's work.
Less than an hour later we were back in the city on South Street for a beef & beer to benefit a friend's dad. It was nice to see everyone. I didn't have the flash on my camera so, blurry. I both got MFD to sing along to the Indigo Girls on the way home and to listen to my lecture on Bruce Springsteen and the working man. Winning.
Sunday morning I picked up flowers (shitty selection this week) and veggies and got gas and other not fun shit. Bruce attempted to drag his dog bed upstairs and I watched that and laughed for a good while.
I was worn out but nevertheless I persisted to get my ass to the Women to the Front Doylestown Rally. I like how a lot of things progressives are doing in Doylestown include a youth element, this rally included. I decided to go with no sign since my shoulders and neck were killing me from Saturday, plus I was bringing Bruce Springsteen to get him out in a crowd. Well I ended up holding him in the crowd, but he was a big hit and it wore him the hell out.
Running and emptying the dishwasher, laundry, blah blah blah and a dog walk rounded out Sunday. And the Eagles game. I stopped watching the NFL years ago but even I watched that.
Weekly food prep: Breakfast is breakfast burritos from the freezer. Snacks are pineapple, apples, or noosa yogurt. Lunch is frozen
turchicken burgers over rice. Dinners are pasta with broccoli/leftover chicken/sauteed mushrooms/capers and MFD's mom's lasagna from the freezer. Busy weekends like this one are why I always have shit in the freezer that's ready to go.
Being that I am mostly introverted, I need about a week to recover from all of the social interaction. How was yours?
