let me preface this post by saying: i am so not in the mood to write today. and if it weren’t for my geedee perfectionism and effing nablopomo, i’d so take the day off.
because i am fighting the sick. weak, flushed, shaky and exhausted. churning belly. please don’t let this be the flu.
here are a couple snapshots from the weekend:
saturday: we went to the prop 8 protest at city hall. i took photos, but haven’t processed them yet. they will make an appearance later. i will say that saturday was especially blustery, in a march, kite-flying, cold front sort of way. little j was decked out in a long sleeved onesie with an “i heart my moms” tshirt over it. she wore socks and shoes and a knitted berry hat. she was ridiculously adorable. as for us, h, uncle g, and me all dressed up in a biz-cazh sort of way. you know, just to be fancy. we had no signs, but stood by people with good ones. city hall was overflowing with rainbow flags and tshirts. little bois with “jesus loves me” tshirts. kiddos in wagons. our friend kenny with a “don’t be h8’in” sign scrawled on a pizza box. we stood around, trying to keep out of the wind, listening to various speakers. j babbled loudly. i nursed a little. we stood around some more. h and i snuggled close and kissed a lot. we bore witness to the fambly that we already are. uncle g held little j against his tall, lean frame and they both squinted against the sun with the exact same look on their faces.
we left before the march. the wind was exhausting against our faces. j was tired, we were hungry. we waved at the marchers as we grabbed a quick brunch before home and naps.
ok. too exhausted to keep with the writing of words about things. must keep functioning at the work place. contemplating going home and to bed. maybe i can escape the sick yet…
remind me to tell stories tomorrow of jude’s foray into solid foodland, as well as our neighborhood playground initiation…