Sunday Stealing

Complete the Thought

1. I wish someone would ... invent an app or something that would let me know when the washers in the laundry room are free. I hate hauling my detergent and dirty clothes all the way down to the basement, just to see that someone beat me to it.

2. When I order Chinese food ... I tell them not to include chopsticks. I don't know how to use chopsticks.

3. I know it's not everyone's favorite activity, but I actually enjoy ... doing the dishes. I don't have a dishwasher, so it takes a moment. But there's something nice about a chore that isn't complicated and has a beginning and a middle and an end. 

5. A major pet peeve of mine is ... neighbors who waylay me. I'm on the condo board, and I hate it when another unit owner traps me when I'm on the elevator or taking the trash out. Invariably what they ask me about is an issue for the management company and I can't answer them anyway. ("When is the landscaper coming?" "I'm sorry I don't know. Have you called the management company?") It's worse when they knock on the door. I'm not on duty 24/7, you know.

6. I remember when my grandfather ... This isn't anything specific, but a vibe. My grandpa always made me feel like seeing me was the highlight of his day. He was just such a big old love bug!

7. I am not fazed at all by ... bodily functions. Changing diapers, emptying litter boxes, and cleaning up puke are certainly not my favorite things to do, but they don't bother me.

8. Long car rides ... put me to sleep. (It's OK because I'm never driving.)

9. I don't understand the fuss over ... anime.

10. When I'm home alone ... I sing. Loudly and tunelessly, but happily.

 

 

Proud of my city, proud of my village

I attended the No Kings Rally in my neighborhood. We met in front of the WWI memorial, which I think is significant. Peaceful protest and a rejection of strongman policies are two of the things that make American great, and that our soldiers have fought and died for. Then we moved en masse and marched through the business district (I waved at my coworker behind the counter at the card shop). It was positive and felt important.

These photos are from the Chicago Sun Times' coverage of the No Kings protest in Chicago. It makes me happy to see that this crowd was younger than one near my home. 

 

I am a fat old lady with bad knees. This is not how I wanted to spend my Saturday. Also, I'm not crazy about protesting. Personally I'd rather direct my efforts for something than against. But these are extraordinary times. I have a responsibility as a citizen to do more than write posts like this.

Yesterday a United States Senator was handcuffed after questioning DHS Secretary Kristi Noem at a press conference. 

 

This morning, a shooter with a "hit list" of nearly 70 names assassinated one Minnesota lawmaker and targeted another. As I post this, he is still at large. 

 

So I'm proud and relieved that today, we all did something. We made ourselves heard. We stood up and were counted, and best of all, no one was injured.  

 

 

Here's an idea

While we're saluting the US Army, let's honor what they did from 1861 to 1865 and quit celebrating the Confederates who fired upon them.

 

 Thank you, US Army, for preserving the Union and ending slavery.