B and I wait in the crowd for the doors to open for the townhall meeting with our Senators and Congressmen. Yes, it’s snowing again, but still 1000 turn out to ask hard questions, and exhort them to stand up, to represent our resistance. We will continue, hoping our efforts will at least shine a light on the covert actions we have no power to stop.
Matt Flinner, a mando-friend, emails me that he’s playing nearby, so we venture out in a brief break from our spate of inclement weather to hear some live music. As always, it raises our spirits and inspires good ideas to appear spontaneously in my brain. I jot down a couple between tunes. Here’s a sample– one of my favorites of the night: Stomp Hat.
B and I meet for a walk on a balmy day– nearly 60 degrees and sunny. The local cemetery is often our choice for a non-muddy non-traffic beautiful though poignant perambulation. Today we see wild turkeys, statues of angels, gravestones of the powerful and those of children lost so young. Even as we enjoy the unseasonable warmth today, a blizzard is barreling down upon us. Tomorrow will be quite a different picture. And as a true New-Englander, I will enjoy both.
Another Anti-Trump-Tuesday action, this one at our other Senator’s office. Our questions for his spokesman are tough, and we learn our efforts of last week have been rewarded, that a town meeting has been planned for Sunday with all our representatives– a chance to speak with them directly. And so we continue to roll the boulder uphill, not sure if we will reach the top, but certain that those sitting there will hear us loudly as we edge closer.