Thank You To Those Who Showed Up

This is the sum total of what I did today. While millions of Americans took to the streets in righteous protest to show the world and specifically Donald Trump and his puppet masters, his elite corps of billionaires, his million-dollar-a-plate-at-Mar-a-Lago dinner buddies, his minions in the senate and the house, and every damn Republican lawmaker in this country that we see what is happening, and it is not to be tolerated, I was sitting on my ass on the couch, sewing one little bitty patch over a worn-through place on a virtually worthless jacket that I am sure I bought in the twentieth century. 

As Annie Hall would have said, "La-di-dah, La-di-dah." 

I'm not sure I could have gone if I'd wanted to. That flu shot has kicked my ass. I am the worst at vaccine reactions. When I was waiting to get mine yesterday, a lady was getting two vaccines and she was not worried in the least. She told me that the most she's ever gotten at once was four and they didn't bother her at all. 
I always feel like such a wimp when I react to strongly to these things. Like- I have no pain tolerance or something. That may or may not be true but my fallback answer is always that I gave birth to a ten pound baby at home ON PURPOSE so I can't be too big of a wimp. Glen always muses about the fact that we probably all perceive pain differently, which makes me feel that he thinks I might be over-sensitive and not necessarily in a medical way, but then I just silently remind myself about the baby-having and nod my head and agree. 
I am sure that we do NOT all feel pain with the same intensity and that's all there is to it. But I think this vax reaction has more to do with immune system response than anything else. I guess mine is robust as fuck.

I apologize for not remembering to do the actual link function on last night's post. I am sure that was simply agonizing for those of you who clicked on it and went nowhere. 
It's working now. 

I made myself go take a little turn around the garden just now. I picked some of the reseeded zinnias and didn't realize until I got them in a my new green vase and was taking a picture of them that I had also brought in a tiny, brave, and confused spider. 

Can you see it? Here's a better shot of it. 

I loved how it would sense or possibly see me and scurry from one petal to another, stop and raise those little arms (legs?) like a crab in threat mode. 
"Do not get closer, giant being! I will kill you with my deadly venom which I will inject with my fangs!" 
Since I'm bigger than an ant, its venom wouldn't do a thing to me but I sure do respect the attitude.

Mr. Moon reports that it is windy in Saskatchewan and 54 degrees. I would die although he deems that not cold. 
I beg to differ. Tomorrow he will be driving with the guys back to wherever it is they go when they're not hunting and he'll be coming home on Monday. 

And now that I have discussed nothing of importance, please, if you were part of the No Kings protest today, I would love to know where you were and what it was like there. Or, you know- anything. 

Please, please know that I admire and respect you, and above all, I am grateful to you for representing those of us who, for whatever reason, did not attend or march. I am seeing pictures that absolutely give strength to hope and truth to power in numbers and in heart. 
This has to at least show the lawmakers who are refusing to negotiate with the Democrats to get the government running again that the people they are supposedly representing do absolutely care enough to vote their wimpy, sorry, constitution-shredding, pedophile protecting asses out in every coming-up election. 

Trump is just a man. And I say that giving him more credit than he deserves. He is not really a man. He is a frightened, bullying, narcoleptic, diapered, demented toddler who was obviously not loved by either his mother or his father who wouldn't know the truth if it slapped him in the face.

And no, he is not going to heaven and he is never going to get a Nobel Peace Prize.

That's all I got in me tonight.

Love...Ms. Moon