No parades for me

Yes, it is the first of May. A day for worker celebration. A day with a significant number of demonstrations.

To tell you the truth, even if I wasn’t immune compromised at this point, I would not be out there marching, protesting or demonstrating. I don’t like crowds, I don’t like stressing police and I don’t see what any of it accomplishes (other than feed the press who seem to be able to manage frenzies without much assistance).

So instead I ran a few errands, appreciated that Saul’s was closed again today in order for its people (huge number immigrants) to be out and involved.

More importantly, we sprung my SIL from UCSF and got him home. Not sure if Gwen (one each Golden Retriever) was more relieved or Alex was. He didn’t have a huge fun time in the hospital. Duh

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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