A gorgeous morning.
Meg is off to an organizing meeting for a new and so-far-promising alliance of activist organizations, unions and faith groups – something we’ve been discussing quite a bit lately, and both are quite keen to see come to fruition.
Mica is back with us after a week at her mom’s, and I’m super thankful to have my daughter home and the family complete again.
Finished our reading-aloud of Tess of the D’Urbervilles – finally – and started on Michael Ondaatje’s poem-story, The Collected Works of Billy the Kid. Outlaws, poetry and reading aloud to one another in the bath – is there any better combination?
Woke this morning to a fresh-rained city and the sun breaking through, which inspired me to get out into the backyard and clear the masses of grass that have been growing out into the alley, so we can instead put in some planter boxes and use that as growing space for lovely climbing green things. Waiting now for a delivery of several yards of mulch, which means tomorrow we can really start the re-do of the yard, replacing grass with mulch and six four-by-four planters and pathways and quiet sitting spaces with birds and bees come spring.
Thinking we’ll get active as legal observers during the Olympic disaster to come – Pivot Legal and The BC Civil Liberties Association looking for folks willing to monitor the cops and watch for civil rights violations and general security thugishness, which seems a very worthy thing for us to do.
A day with my kid, an evening with my love when Mica heads out to birthday party, books and converstion, little projects coming to fruition, a growing home and a seed of activist mobilization.
Y’know, it ain’t all bad. A day could start out a whole lot worse than this.
