What a goddamn week. I'm so stressed, I even called my congress person. He's got a weird district that includes both Ithaca and Binghamton, but which also cuts right down to the Hudson River through rural backcountry, and he focuses a lot on farmers. And you know what farmers around here rely on? Migrant labor. Yup So why the heck isn't Josh Riley saying anything about their vulnerability to illegal attack and detention? It's all safe stuff everyone can agree on, like utility bills and tractor safety. God forbid a moderate Democrat should stand up to the violent racists. So I called his office and said a few things very nicely about how I'd like him to do something in the next budget round about the ridiculous and massive DHS budget hike last year, because you have to give your reps something concrete to do. (Ok, to be fair to Riley, he has spoken out about a few of T@#$%'s shenanigans, but damn it, he could be louder).
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| Ida is judging us all. And that is the head of Ella's 16th birthday "ironic unicorn" pinata that we're not allowed to toss just yet. It is also judging us. |
I was both relieved and disappointed to get an answering machine. Relieved because I hate making phone calls. I had to totally psych myself up and I even wrote myself a little script and everything. Disappointed because it feels like leaving a message is weak. Really, everything seems so weak. But I'll call again next week because I guess it is the very least I can do.
I started my next class for my writing course this week and as I prepared to join a zoom with people from all over the country, I pondered what to wear. So, yeah, why not this sweatshirt from when Ella was in college in Minneapolis that she gave to me?
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| I did my hair better than this for the actual zoom but forgot to get a pic of that. And lopsided is the new normal for my face now, apparently. |
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