The R Word

What would it take for you to hit the streets? Just wondering.

Free Falling

By Andreas Prustel


This country has been in a steady free-fall for the last six (Seems like sixty) years. Like too many bloggers out there lately, it gets tougher to muster the energy to say much. Blech. I'm too busy gasping in outrage. Plus the working and the being mama. I guess I am waiting for all of this to hit bottom, at long last. Then I will be wordy, clever, and dare-I-say... bubbly ?? I've said it many times before, but I really think the G.O.P. shit is going to hit the fan this time. Visualize righteous payback. I did not go to the protest last weekend, as planned. My faithful washer bit the dust during the week. This meant going to the laundromat in the neighboring town, to use theirs. I was hurrying to drive the wet laundry back home, and use my own dryer and clothesline. In my haste to carry two big wet baskets of laundry to the car, I managed to strain my groin muscle. That was a first, and I would liken it to the strain a woman feels in that region after labor and delivery. I'm pretty tough, and this hurt. So, I took it real easy on myself on Saturday. Nothing like a painful reminder that you're not twenty-five anymore. Now I know how dudes feel. Well, sort of. All better now. Thanks to everyone that did hit the streets for peace.

Although I skipped the march and protest this time, I did sign up at
One Million Blogs for Peace, and it was pain-free. Check it out.