That little ‘lift’ when something good happens.
I woke up to a rather full mail box this morning. People saying “I notified” this group or that, but haven’t heard back yet, but I’ll be there. And my blank mind says “Who is that?” I call one of my co-hippies. “Oh, that’s……” And I still don’t know, because that’s the way my mind still is.
There’s a message board. No idea how I set that up. Here’s the first message:
Thank you for organizing this local event. We need a comprehensive, common sense strategy to combat gun violence once and for all. Enough is enough. And I firmly believe it will take effort from local communities, states and the nation as a whole to better protect our children. I am so very proud that an event such as this is taking place in our community and I am looking forward to standing with you all.
This is just to blow off a little steam. I need to go prepare in my head my remarks for the trustees tonight. But, I know the names of a lot of people who will stand on the curb with me, and I even know some of their faces.
How I love those faces.