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.
not too much hippie clothing this weather!
ReplyDeleteMaking ones views heard gets difficult everywhere.
Love the multicoloured eggs...if you cross a blue laying hen with a dark brown laying cock,you can get beautiful olive shells
All the best on March 4th. I hope the hippies do come out in enough numbers. The eggs are beautiful and so diverse. I love the vintage photo at the bottom. Is it you?
ReplyDeleteYes.
DeleteYou look terrific.
DeleteMy general wardrobe could be referred to as hippie x
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteAs much as possible - but it shoudl include at least two woollen ponchos - it's barely out of winter yet... so sorry to hear the enthusiasm is dulled, but it is an inevitability of teenage. Things need to be immediate. It could still all rise from the ashes... YAM xx
Sorry to hear that interest and potential participation in your town's National Walkout Day is waning. That's too bad.
ReplyDeleteLaura goes to school in Hudson, but it's not "our" town. It's on the other side of the tracks. We live in Boston Township. National Park and deer to avoid.
DeleteYesterday’s stories fade quickly but I do not think this one will. I think there will be more enthusiasm as the day gets closer. We need these kids to get involved. There is a chance that the teachers are being told to keep it quiet by those in authority because they don’t want to call attention to their school.
ReplyDeleteThat's my sense, especially in this town.
DeleteHow quickly we forget, it becomes the new norm, until the next time.
ReplyDeleteThanks for being an old hippie.
There is a large contingent of old hippies here or senior rebels as our eldest calls us, that will be participating banners and signs in hand.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love the picture of you near the bike with smoke in mouth. *Fist in the air* over here for your #enough presence at the school. Hippies still bring it.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I'd blown the rear inner tube and was waiting for my brother to return with replacement.
DeleteYou were rockin' those bell bottoms. Those were the days. Hope you friends pull through for you and you make a respectable representation of #ENOUGH.
ReplyDeleteLol. There’ll be a walk-out if you have anything to do with it, you old hippie!
ReplyDeletethis uber red town will probably do nothing and of course, school superintendents are threatening students with suspensions if they do participate. instead of using this as a teaching moment in government and politics, they prefer to squash student involvement.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to go against the crowd when you are sixteen. I do hope you get a group of 60-70-somethings, though!
ReplyDeleteToo bad you couldn't print out all our names (who are willing but live in other countries) and stick them on your #ENOUGH placard.
There's a good idea. You can add my name to your card.
Delete..and mine!!! Yxx
DeleteA day of barium sulfate and cards with the Methodists. Does that balance things well?
ReplyDeleteDid you have your own motorcycle back in the hippie days?
Good to hear you still have the spirit. I believe there will be some change. Probably not enough for many but a start.
1. Yes, I had a bike. That bike was my brother's Honda 500. He wound up in a bad accident and came home in a car. I drove his 750 home from Texas; my sister drove the 500 home.
Delete2. This is how the war in Vietnam eventually ended.
I'm guessing there won't be any old hippie clothing, unless you all wear strands of beads with your winter coats. Is that your motor bike in the picture? Is that you?
ReplyDeleteI've had an iodinated CT scan, it's like a super-hot, super-fast, hot flush. Thank goodness it only lasted about 10 seconds.
I too am disappointed that Laura is losing interest. Maybe there are extenuating circumstances.
ReplyDeleteIs that a reefer in your young mouth?
ReplyDeleteI never rode a bike impaired.
DeleteOr enhanced?
DeleteTom, the picture is of the outcome of a serious accident. I blew a rear tire at sixty mph on a hilly, winding back mountain road. I had to ride it out or be thrown, including my daughter, behind me. I yelled to her, "Don't move!", and she didn't. I brought the bike back up from pegs on the pavement at forty mph several times. There was no room to be scared, just work to keep the bike up with no rear tire. Enhanced and bikes do not mix.
DeleteAnd, ps, my brother assured me both tires had new tubes. When that tube came out, it carried several patches. Lesson: don't believe anyone, even your brother, when personal safety is involved. Check yourself.
Still a few weeks to go. The momentum is building.
ReplyDeleteJust take it a day at a time Joanne. And I know you know that. I hate going to the doctor and they run you ragged, in my opinion to cover their butts. My sister says she is done with chemo, after four months, and wants them to now do surgery. She has her mind set. We'll know by Friday whether it is more chemo, surgery or radiation. I'm a hippie too.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately we live in the days of shorter and shorter attention spans...:(
ReplyDeleteAnd a school system with a big rug.
DeleteI was an anti war activist back in the late sixties. Thank goodness I was never drafted because I am a female.
ReplyDeleteIt is sad how quickly these things fade from our minds.
ReplyDeleteThere is no hippie like an old hippie. If I lived closer, I would stand with you.
ReplyDeleteStaying the course isn't easy at a young age ... or even any age, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteOh, the old colon cleaner. Have done that twice, enough for any lifetime.
ReplyDeleteIt makes total sense that you were a hippie then, and still are.
Just lovely stuff.
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