This morning I drank over a quart (960 ml) of barium sulfate, tainted to resemble citrus, iodinated during the procedure, to facilitate a CT scan. I am so tired of all this fooling around; to quote Scarlett, “as God is my Witness, this is their last chance to figure out why my right side has become so weak. Frankly, I no longer give a damn.
In another event of interest today, it was cards with the Methodists. Nancy and I took every hand but the last and beat the Dickens out of the guys. Tomorrow, breakfast with Lynn. I hope to see if she and her husband will join the rag tag remnants of the National Walkout.
For this to be a student walk out, the students who want to be involved must present a respectful plan of safety to the Principal. I’ve checked with Laura almost daily for the last two weeks, and each report has been more disappointing than the previous. The two teachers who suggested they would sponsor the seventeen minutes seem to have faded from view.
Far more disappointing to me, Laura’s interest has waned, too. Disappeared is the better descriptor. I won’t do much beyond telling her I’m disappointed, in the event there is not last minute scrabbling on her part to put together the event.
I do have a band of old hippie adults who will stand on the public sidewalk, off school grounds, holding #ENOUGH signs at 10 am. Well, at the present it’s Deb and me. I figured I could put my group together in a minute, so it’s time to put my money where my mouth is and see who will be in on March 14th at 10 a.m.
Laura and I went to Deb and Steve’s, over the weekend. They’re the porcelain potters who closed their gallery in town and now work from their new studio in the back yard. Laura had not been there yet, and she was pleased as punch. And, she scored another half dozen eggs. Aren’t they pretty.
Well, this old hippie will keep you posted on how many protesters can be rounded up, and how much media will want to come. I wonder how much old hippie clothing will be involved.