Home Day Two
Up, but slightly down from butt ache, but with coffee and meds I recovered and soon I found myself re-furbishing the 2x6's of the li porch while the three dogs did a major tug-of-war with a towel eventually tearing it into many tiny pieces scattered across the battlefield. Some productivity ensued particularly with S who cleaned and cleaned the silver van. In the midst of this furiousness Skip came by with news of a climate march at the high school. After lunch D and I drove over there and watched our very polite children speak and walk and sign for climate justice and Greta. D got some attention, but I think that now it has been seven years since I was in the ed business and everyone was masked I saw no one I recognized although some of the speakers I had met in Mr. B's eighth grade classes, so it was good that I knew some of the adults to avoid the loneliness of crowds. There were Asian pears and power bars, very nice.
Later the totally unpredictable in a nexus of a powerful looking woman driving a postal truck, a Crow Pie truck and I had the opportunity to push the unresponsive Crow Pie truck off onto the shoulder and the driver expressed much gratitude but we got no pie which I didn't think at the time was out of the realm.
Later still we walked down into the village proper to hear the D'Jango festers and meet Dean and Mary at the Braeburn which was a light-hearted good time. The chill started to slip in so we broke up.
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