Monday, June 25, 2018

TWTW - the one with the swamp ass

Enticing title, no? Let us begin.

Friday afternoon I dropped my beloved purse off to be repaired. At 5 I got to the train station, no train pass. Dug through my belongings twice in the train station, back to the office to dig through the MF’ing trash before my dumb ass realized it was with the repair guy in the purse. Picked that up and made my way to Sam's, then home to put away laundry, pack a bag, pack the car, and set out for the shore at 8 with Bruce. I didn't get there until 10:30, following a truck with 42383498 kayaks the whole way. Deliver me. I did arrive to sweet notes and gifts from Kate, Dan, and the kids who were in our apartment last week.
 Saturday was rainy but not enough to keep us from a long walk. I parked what needed to go upstairs, did the turnover work and visited with the guests checking out and in, and then I hit the library.
Debbie came down for the afternoon and we both went along on Bruce's Big Day Out to his favorite store Blue Lotus and his favorite lunch spot, Jon & Patty's.
I did two things out of character Saturday: ordered a latte, which I threw out after a few sips because I hate sugary drinks but it looked so good; and purchased white nail polish. Who am I? I don't know. I'm  hoping the consistency of the Insta-Dri (whyyy not dry) will magically make me like white nail polish. If you do your nails at home you need the cuticle remover.
Debbie headed home and I started a new book. We took a super long walk and Bruce was the most popular dog in town per usual. I meant to go to bed early but, new book. 
We got up at 5 on Sunday for the sunrise but were met with ferocious fog so we went back to sleep and eased into the day at a more reasonable time with super buttered up muffins and strawberries. I made shower spray and hand soap and picked up a 4Ocean bracelet at Henry's for Aubrey. Every bracelet pulls a pound of trash out of the ocean. 
We also hit the dog beach just over the Longport Bridge. Bruce was suspect at first then had the fucking best time off leash running like a loon and making friends. We'll surely be back. 
More walks - Ocean City flowers are popping right now - cleaning up outside and chatting with current guests before we left at 12:40. We got home to MFD and canvassers. I'm so grateful for everyone helping. It is hard not to feel like I should be doing that when I'm at the shore, but I have to manage that because life is still happening outside of this venture. 
I ran to the grocery store to pick up stuff for dinner and read a bit while grilling. 
Weekly food prep: scrambled eggs and baby bella mushrooms with cheese. Lunch and dinners - grilled sausage and kielbasa, grilled veggies, potato salad. 

I got a glorious shower - this humidity is nuts - and finished my book in the air conditioning. I watched some episodes of The Wire too. Man I love that show.

How was your weekend? 

And two questions for you about next weekend: do you want to meet me at the End Family Detention event in Philly on Saturday, and are you available to help us canvas for MFD on Sunday

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Thursday Thoughts - when I think of those East End lights muggy nights the curtains drawn in the little room downstairs

1. Happy summer solstice. Cheers to the longest day of the year, the most light, and the gift of energy to move you from this phase to the next on your terms.
2. That's some strange woman shit to lay on you first thing, I know. Who do that voodoo that we do and all.

3. It's also the official calendar start to summer. Cheers to light lingering long into the night, bike rides, reading on the beach, flowers everywhere, and fountains spraying  in the city.
4. And summer food of course - Jersey produce, tomato sandwiches on repeat. Hotdogs.
5.  I worked from my Mom's yesterday afternoon so we could have lunch for her birthday that she made and also served to us. Thanks for that on your birthday +1 Mom! LOL It was nice to dip my feet in the pool, kiss on Baby Seeeeeve, and "work" next to Lola Jean - she got her play computers and phone out too. I also taught her to say "no pictures please" with her hand up. It was a riot.
6. MFD and I hit Aldi after that, and I got home in total about five hours after I left. To a fucking fly infestation in the basement that I freaked out over and made a lunatic lady instagram story series about complete with grammatical errors and I was so jacked up I didn't even care. The worst: after I ran out and got tools to kill them, freaking Mae and Bruce were fighting over who would get to eat their dead carcasses. I know. I die. You too? Let's move on.

7. In addition to Lord of The Flies: The Horror Story and Bruce breaking my Dyson stick vac at the shore Sunday (will report in on zillion dollar cheaper replacement this weekend, thanks Lori!), some dildo hacked my MAC card to buy $159 worth of haircare fraudulently. And I have a dentist appointment today to replace fillings. I'm not one to wish days away but I'm ready to move on to Friday night. Jesus take the wheel this week.

8. I'm still exhausted from battling the kids in cages with the calls and the resistbotting and the Pence in Philly rally Tuesday night (way to stand up Philly - loud, crowded, and fucking pissed). This BS EO stopping it solves nothing, does not reunite already separated families, does not address the children's trauma, kids have been moved all over the country, and we are still in a major fucking crisis here. Show Up on June 30 to a Families Belong Together event near you (click the link to find the closest one). If anyone wants to go to Philly but has never done anything like this before, contact me and I'll meet you. We can do it together. We need to act outside of the computer screens here and put bodies on the street. This is important. Good people of the world, also please if this is really the thing that has pushed you over, learn from my mistakes: do not attempt to share actual information online with people who come armed to every opportunity to speak with their Fox News talking points. Just fucking save yourself and don't, okay? Otherwise and including this, I know you are tired. Keep showing up anyway. TODAY - PLEASE CALL YOUR REP IN THE HOUSE - re: Paul Ryan's immigration bill. Click here for ACLU info and to be routed to your rep

9. Reminder:

10. E-card of the week:

Et tu, Brute?

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

The little things have been saving my life

When the big things are overwhelming and hard or just too much all together, it really is the little things that save our asses and make each day bearable.

For me, that's been...

Pizza, Key Lime or Grapefruit La Croix, plums, and FroYo as beach eats

Super easy food because I'm already in summer cooking mode which in two months will be tomato sandwiches and that's it (I'll move on from food now, I promise)

The cool, silent aisles of the library

Standing with my feet in the ocean, eyes on the horizon

Ridiculous red sunglasses + blu red LipSense

One million puppy kisses from Bruce Springsteen

Sleeping in until 7:30 (yes, instead of sunrises a lot of weekends)

Listening to what my body needs, not sacrificing that for what I want to do (see immediately preceding point)

Mae's face in pockets

Working from home at least one day a week

Micellar water for the lazy days

Laughing every time I pick up dog poop thanks to these poop bags from Debbie


What's been saving your life lately?

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

It's easier to step up onto the ledge if you have people behind you to catch you

I can't think about anything aside from kidnapped migrant children caged in Texas right now, so an on the campaign trail check in seems appropriate.

I'm fucking done arguing with people online about this. You can support immigration reform and still be categorically against separating families. If you're grasping at straws to excuse what is happening, I'm done with you. You don't understand that asylum is legal and we are bound by our own laws and international law to accept and process asylum seekers and turning yourself into agents after you cross the border IS how you seek asylum. I am not going to give you the same links to photos taken NOW while you rail on about how they are from 2014. Your brain can clearly not accept what a terrible thing is happening. Go ahead, you spend your time arguing online about how these people were wrong so if the United States Government has kidnapped their children, OH WELL. I will be spending my time motivating people who have a heart and soul and don't belong to the Cult of trump and White Supremacy even if they did vote for him to try to act on behalf of all kids.
Visit here to keep up on a June 30 action and call your Senators today. Other things to do:
* contact your congressional representative and ask them to co-sponsor H.R. 5950, the HELP Separated Children Act
* contact your Senator and ask them to cosponsor both S. 3036 and S. 2937
* If your Senator is already supporting these bills, thank them and tell them that you hope they will be at the forefront of aggressively promoting them
* Tweet at @SpeakerRyan and @SenateMajLdr using the hashtag #KeepFamiliesTogether and tell them to prioritize these bills. TWEETS MATTER!! 
* Talk to friends
* Text RESIST to 50409
*If you are in Philly today from 5-8 and can take part in an in-person action, there's one in the Rittenhouse area

Anyway back to the campaign trail...

Because why the fuck would anyone run for office if not to stop shit like this from happening. Seriously. Running for office is insane and living with someone running for office is insane. It’s an easy thing for me to resent and feel selfish about because life as we knew it has been turned on its head. Then I see headlines like this week and think someone stop this and well it’s not going to be stopped until more people are in office at every level that would not let it happen in the first place. MFD's incumbent opponent is anti-immigrant. If you'd like to donate or volunteer to door knock, phone bank, or write postcards so we don't have anti-immigrant people in office at any level, click here.

And here we are.

Luckily it's only for a season, and luckily we're not alone.

Thursday night MFD had a little fundraiser here in the city. It was sparsely attended, as many things early on in a campaign are. It's difficult to get people out from behind their keyboards. It's months away from Election Day. It's not the primary thing on anyone's mind or schedule. Except ours.

On the campaign trail, you meet so many people, and most of them are wonderful. You burn hot with them immediately - given your corresponding values and yes, sometimes your corresponding outrage at the current administration - your synergy is shimmery and fluid right away. People want access to you, to know you - who you are and what you're about.

But you can't exactly trust everyone because do you know politics? Even though everyone wants you to trust them and even though you want to trust them and even though you think everyone in politics should sure as shit be trustworthy - not just the people in office, but the people working hard to get others in there.

Not trusting is not easy for me. We are inclusive, trusting people because being exclusive, distrustful people requires too much energy. I am a good judge of character. I don't ignore warning signs about people. My instincts are on point, I am an intuitive, I see things plainly in my mind and I trust my gut. This situation requires that, of course, every situation does - but it requires an additional arm’s length just to be safe.

In our time together we’ve survived storms the likes of which some people have never seen in a boat that's ugly and battered and patched beyond belief. You can't man an ugly hulking limping along boat alone though, not through those kinds of storms. You need your people at the helm next to you.

Campaigning makes you uniquely vulnerable. Even me, the spouse. Someone who doesn't often find themselves in a vulnerable position often because I just don't allow it beyond a certain circle of people. This has been isolating - self inflicted in some cases, as evidenced by the arm’s length referenced above. So to be anywhere and see even one of our people there in the crowd, just to lock eyes across the room or to know they’re present is a hug for my soul. Like there's someone who will catch me in a trust fall. I'm fine. The night will go on, I will use up every ounce of energy I have tonight and attempt to recharge it in the next few days like an introvert does. Everything is fine.

The thing about marriage is you don't often marry someone like yourself. That is 100% the case here. MFD is comfortable out among people, talking to people he doesn't know, being his friendly and open self. I am...not comfortable in those spaces. So while it's him putting himself out there as the candidate, this little stuff is harder for me. Our people make it a million times easier. Thursday night it was Evan. Maybe another time it was you.

Thank you.

Happy birthday to my Mom who celebrates today. Love you Mom! See you tomorrow. And happy birthday to my cousin Ashley as well!

Monday, June 18, 2018

TWTW - the one with the dads

Thursday night campaign fundraiser for MFD at Tabu with Rep. Brian Sims and Ian Morrison. I got home at 10 something, packed up, and headed to the shore to sit in traffic on 42 at 11 pm. Blah.
Friday morning MFD hand washed the siding and cleaned the deck furniture. I did my final house walk through and took the couch cushions to be cleaned, then we hit the beach for a perfect weather day, reading, resting, and lunch at Crunchik'n before heading home to pick up the cushion covers, shower, feed/walk/sit with the dogs for a bit.
We biked over to meet Melissa, Stephanie, and Alex for dinner at Jon & Patty's, then headed to the boardwalk to meet up with Blane, amble around, do the rides, etc.
Saturday morning was last minute house shit (new sign from RV Metal) before our first weekly guests checked in. MFD was off for home by 10 and I walked the dogs and hit the beach. Big ass slice of Primavera for lunch (Laura's fave, I can't disagree), some food prep, porch time, and cleaning including moving the couch and nearly putting my back out night, reading, and dropping into bed exhausted around 11.
Sunday was not my day. I woke up to no peace, Bruce tripped me and broke my Dyson stick vac I got for a unicorn price in about five places and really hurt my hip (he had the decency to look contrite), I found the bottom of the sofa bed dripping rust, It was hot AF and I was stopped about 50 times on our last walk, horrible traffic so I had to cut through NJ.
At home I dumped the dogs and the cooler, ran to see my father-in-law, ran back home to throw a caprese platter together, threw on some lipstick and got on with it. Debbie brought me a large DD iced to soothe my nerves. I dumped about half of the balsamic/oil on my lap in the car. It's fine. Fine. FINE. We stopped at Mom & Rich's to see Rich then on to a great, relaxing dinner at Aubrey's parents. Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful dads in my life!
Weekly food prep: breakfasts will be egg muffins. I didn't need Monday lunch so I still have today to figure that out but I think it will be chicken and mushrooms over pasta. Dinner is BBQ chicken, steamed veggies, and I'm not sure what else yet. Maybe soup. I know, it's 90 degrees...but it's in the freezer and the air conditioning is on.
I got home close to 8, changed the sheets and put them in the wash, finished a book and started another and was in bed reading before 9:30. We were exhausted in a good way.

Today, calling everyone and anyone - my Senators, state rep, city office, churches, everyone - about this. Resistbotting too. What are you doing on this? I read a quote from Glennon Doyle that was something like heartache without action is basically apathy. Don't do that. Act. Please. Let me know if you need help figuring out what you can do to make a difference here. 
How was your weekend? 

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