L'aventure américaine

I cried a little last night when I read about RBG. Not much- a friend was coming over for a socially-distanced glass of wine, so I couldn’t fall too far in a morass of fear for the future.  In the Twittersphere, I was drawn to the posts that said, “today we mourn. Tomorrow we fight.” I feel like on November 4th, I want to know that I have done all I could do to get out the vote. But, I honestly am not sure what to do. In this time of covid, how do I register more people to vote? How do I get more people to the polls? How do I do it amidst everything I have going on right now? But, isn’t this election like preventive health? If I do it now, I will have so much less to do in the future.  Please feel free to send suggestions.  Please vote.  And thank you to Ruth Bader Ginsburg for fighting the fight and being an example for all of us. I am honored to have had you as a Supreme Court Justice in my lifetime.  (My “dissent” necklace, thanks to Cookie. Worn for RBG.)

 Happy Birthday to my favorite five-year old.  I woke up earlier than my alarm this morning because I too was so excited about your birthday.  Today will be a good day, thanks to you.  The past five years have been full of good days, thanks to you. Milo, I love the many things that encompass YOU.  I love your passion for costumes and character play.  I love it when you say, "Guess who I am?" and I have to make a quick assessment of your outfit (blue rainboots?  Elsa.  Red sweatshirt with hood up? Elliott.  Red sweatshirt with hood down?  Annie.  Green outfit? Chris Kratt. Red shoes? Ted ("The Lorax").  It gets tricky when your outfit isn't any different or when you're a character from a show I haven't seen, but I love it even when you get really frustrated that I don't know the name and just shout: "Just tell me who I am!" I love your ability to do puzzles and put Legos together that is beyond your years and I love that you correct my abili

 It was our seven-year anniversary on Monday.  We didn't forget - we have always taken an overnight trip for our anniversary and this year we decided we would go camping at Mom and Dad's in light of COVID - but, it was about 10am on Monday morning before one of us said, "Oh!  Happy Anniversary!"  (By the way, it was Randal.) We had lunch together at home and split a beer to celebrate.  At dinner, we looked at each other from across the table while Milo refused to eat his dinner and Marian screamed "Unbuckle me!" and smiled at each other at the chaos that we have successfully created in the past seven years.  We ate ice cream to celebrate.  Happy Anniversary to us.