Friday afternoon I merrily spent my LOFT and Body Shop birthday gift cards, unaware of the shitshow that lay ahead. Around 2:30 I got a SEPTA alert about trains being delayed due to the Nor'easter. By the time I got down there, about six lines were flat cancelled, mine included. I made my way to Old City, ran into Angie and Sam on the way, and Debbie picked me up and drove me home. Thank God, people were stuck in the city overnight. I had no gas in my car so I left it at the train station. I was happily ensconced in my warm house by 5:30 pm only to have the electric go out at 6 and the front fence blow down soon after. This is only the second time we've lost power in 14 years, so we've been lucky. Early to bed and finished a book on my kindle.
Who wants to be woken up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning when they are trying to stay warm in bed and not alert the dogs to movement by a phone call from someone trying to get in touch with their husband? No one. It was chaos from there on out. The power kicked back on about 9:30, Gus was walking pooping as campaign friends and my mom arrived. Welcome to the poop house! Please come in. The second to last petition day and it was a cold one. Catering by my mom, thank you Mom! When everyone left around 7 I cleaned up and painted my nails (Essie It's Genius) and got into bed. Saturday totally took it out of me and I am 100% thankful for my friends who never fail to be there in person or at the other end of a text or phone call. I would not be who I am if I was not fortified by a damn fine crew of strong, honest, smart, funny, loyal women who prop me up when I need them.
Sunday we finally retrieved my car and got an iced coffee because I'm fresh out of my homemade brew. I picked up a little and changed the sheets and caught up with my dad when he dropped off catering by Carol for Sunday. Thanks Carol! The last day of petitions brought a lot of people we don't know personally in and it was nice and exhausting but most days were full of people we know personally who gave up hours or whole days to get signatures for Michael, who were patient as areas were assigned to them, who were kind to our pain in the ass dogs, who understood that we are regular people trying to do something outside of our regular jobs and lives that would not be possible without the help of them. We know amazing people - some we've known forever and are family because we are actually related to them and some are framily we have chosen, some neighbors, some we know through various fellowships, some people who just want a representative who better aligns with their views, and some we've met since the 2016 election. Plus our families and friends who have donated money and friends from high school who show up to volunteer with delicious pastries (thanks Bridget!) or show up on a Sunday night to notarize (thanks Staci! and thanks for the Girl Scout cookie hookup through your daughter) and my mom and Carol who answered my
please help me I'm drowning I need food help calls last week. I have cried out of both frustration and gratitude this weekend.
Weekly food prep is leftovers. Leftovers are saving us this week. Thanks again Mom and Carol!
While I would do most of the fuckery of the weekend over, a do over would mean I'd lose the help from our family and friends, so I can't throw the baby out with the bathwater. You take the good you take the bad you take 'em both and there you have the facts of life...the facts of life.
How was yours?
