Back in It

I did my first text bank last night.  Well not my first, but my first since the election.  It's easier to write postcards or letters because you don't put your return address on there so someone can write back and send you nasty thoughts.  With a text bank, someone can respond really ugly and I didn't think I was ready for that.  It wasn't too bad.  It was for the special election in Arizona and for the primary in North Carolina.

After seeing what happened to Senator Alex Padilla yesterday,  I got over my fear of someone saying something ugly to me in a text.  I am seeing ugly every day. I can't believe how they handled that man and treated him like a dog, making him lie down on the floor like a dog while they handcuffed him.  Look at whose press conference he was at.  He was at the dog killer's conference listening to her lies.  I guess the treatment he received was what to be expected.  How dare he ask a question.  Corinne notified me and I had gotten a news alert.  I turned MSNBC on my personal computer to see what was happening. I turned it off once I saw the video.  I had enough.

Corinne and her husband are getting a new dog in about another week.  It's a cute type of spaniel.  He looks so shy and sweet.  It's been one of the few things that has brightened my week, knowing she's getting that little guy to go along with their two German Shepherds.  He reminds me of a dog she had a few years ago that went to heaven.  I know she holds that dog dear in her heart. I hope this little guy brings her a lot of joy.  And she brings him for a visit along with the other two and her sister and husband.  I would like that.

I guess we have to share something about ourselves during a meeting next month.  Kind of a show and tell.  Here's the thing. I don't want to open up. I don't want people to know about me. I don't want them to know my vulnerabilities.  I've done it before and I've only wound up getting stabbed in the back.  I'll think of something to share but my shield has had enough marks on it.  I'll find something surface level to reveal.  It's nothing against some people.  It's a lot against people like the lurker, the diva, the lurker's friend.  They don't need to know anything about me.  The diva knows too much and I hate that.  

I am hoping I can myself out early so I don't interfere with Charlie and Jeremy's work this weekend.  I wish Charlie would feel more comfortable around us.  He seems to be getting a little shy.  We're introverts.  Nobody ever did anything for us and if they did, they made sure to make us feel bad.  We're ecstatic that they're here and want to do better.  He's a good human and so is Jeremy.  If he knew what we went through the last five years, maybe he would relax a little.  I think he's just a very shy person.  I understand that.

I am tempted to drive by a protest and wave in solidarity.  Or give a ride to anyone running from the cops.  I'm joking.  I get the temptation.  I'll stick to my letter writing.

Have a good day good humans.