To Trump Supporters

They always say it’s so important to make your voice heard, to get out and vote. But I’m not sure if it’s ever been more important than now. Differences of political ideals are one thing, I can agree to disagree on many matters across a wide array of topics, but racism isn’t one of them, neither is hate, neither is the belittling of women or the judgment of others based on their appearance or their disability, or their sexual preference.

By supporting Trump do you think things will go back to the way they were? Back when gay people had to hide in fear, back when people of any other color than white had to worry about getting lynched, back when it was okay to openly hate? Do you think empowered women will suddenly quit their jobs and go back to the kitchen? Because electing Trump won’t make any of that come true. We’re past that as a nation, or at least I thought we were.

Hat tip to my dad; you can read the full article here at the Huffington Post.

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Five Years!

Black and white pencil sketch of Uschi buried in the snow

There is so much I have been meaning to post about — and one thing in particular will likely happen very soon. But for now, I just wanted to acknowledge the fifth anniversary of being partnered with Uschi. Honestly, I can’t believe it’s been five years already because it has gone by incomprehensibly fast for me. And yet, even though I have fond memories of working my other girls, I feel almost as if I’ve never been without this wonderful and wacky guide dog.

Making Dinner

You know what I never thought about as a kid? Dinnertime. Or, really, meals in general.

I mean, I knew we had to buy the food and then cook it to make a meal, but basically as a child food just existed. I never thought about the effort involved in making sure I had three squares a day even though I spent a lot of time helping out in the kitchen. Insomuch as I was present in the kitchen and not doing all the other things children do to fill up their days when they aren’t asleep or actively draining their parents’ paychecks. I think the accepted term is “playing.”

A bowl of Parmesan-pesto chicken soup and a piece of crusty breadIt dawned on me tonight as I puttered around in my kitchen trying to decide what I wanted to do for dinner. I have leftovers, but since I had those for lunch that didn’t seem enticing. I could order out, but then I already have plans to eat out twice this week. The realization that my only real choice was to make something was quickly followed by overwhelming exhaustion from an incredibly long and very frustrating day. And I’m sure on several occasions both of my parents must have been in a similar state, but somehow there was always dinner. Certainly starving me wasn’t an option. At least not if they wanted to keep being my parents. But seriously, I don’t understand how they did it on days like today.

It’s funny how the adults from my childhood seem to handle that whole adulthood thing with ease and yet now that I’m actually one myself I can’t help but marvel at the reality of it. Because, let’s face it, being an adult really stinks sometimes.

Art & Stuff

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to be more consistent with updating and at the risk of sounding like a broken record I made a few decisions that should help with that and I’m really excited about. Specifically, I’m going to utilize the different domains I have that are basically dormant and focus my posting. However, I also just started a new job and so presently most of my time has been spent either working or sleeping with occasional eating thrown in to keep me from keeling over unconscious. So, despite my enthusiasm to do so I’m opting not to fiddle around with websites for the time being.1

Instead, I wanted to share this wonderful drawing Dany Gonzalez did of me and the girls:

Graphic artwork of me practicing yoga with Yara, Uschi and Dolly playfully surrounding me

Honestly, I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect piece of art to print and hang on my living room wall. The more I look at it the more things I notice. I really dig Dany’s style and I’m impressed by how faithfully each of the girls have been captured. But since this was a collaboration, there’s also a lot of history that’s showcased here from the girls’ reactions to me practicing yoga to Dolly stealing my harness.

  1. Except, of course, the few changes I already have made around here.