Remembrance and Reflection how Allied

In other words (that aren't lyrics quoted from the In The Heights movie adaptation), I'm shortly out of here to a May Day protest. I suspect turnout will eclipse the last No Kings utterly; we have the support of Madison's public school teachers and, very probably, students, to the tune of citywide school closures, and atop that, the UW is in session. You know I'll be keeping a language count, singing and chanting myself hoarse, and marching until my feet take notice. You know I'm hoping we make the news, locally and nationally, for all the best reasons and none of the worst ones.

If I need bailing out by the end of this, I'm calling you, meimichan. :) Seriously, if I need someone to throw my bail, it means the ice-hearted and/or some towering racists showed up and tried something reprehensible. That would be monumentally stupid, given Madison's crowds (diverse, peaceful, vocal, and unlikely to tolerate random innocents being snatched for no reason) but given the ice-hearted... well. Let's just hope I'm imagining the unlikely.

Was 17.8 KM, 11.1 miles, contending with noisy roads (12/18, County K, etc) all the way there and back. I needed that. Well, not the noisy roads aspect, that I could've done without, but the ride, yes.

I also needed the farmers market run to the square, if for different reasons. Farm fresh eggs, smoked trout that's going to end up in sandwiches with dark seed bread, and a veggie curry empanada that'll be breakfast tomorrow. :) Also a brief catch-up with one of my favorite vendors, Cora the empanada baker. She is just a delightful person, one of those folks who is unfailingly and honestly kind to everyone she meets.

I did not need the Brewer game loss, blah, but oh well. Nothing I can do about that. Except swear a little, heh.

Also I'm low on eloquence and the tireds are setting in, so forgive the rare brevity.

a Covid vaccine booster in the arm=:)
a fantastic musical performance (Hairspray, which my family loves pretty much to a person)=:)
walking the Horicon Marsh main trail=:)
*not* losing a glove on the very same trail thanks to a reasonably brief search, whew!=:)
not getting to pet the black labby who whimpered at me out a slow-moving car's open window=:( - I had to settle for saying "Awwww, baby," as the friendly fuzz and their possibly-a-golden sibling went by. They were clearly well-loved, but still. I would have so pet both puppydogs, had I been given the chance and the okay.
Storm damage=:( - not us, but other parts of Wisconsin, yikes
Merlin IDs=:)
Cardamom in black coffee=:)
Neighbors being excellent to each other=:)
Oldtime radio streams=:)
Synaesthesia=:)
The chance to, potentially, audit a summer course on the literature of the U.S. women's suffrage movement=:) the professor is making sure to include PoC voices in her selections, too
A family and friends political zoom getting zoombombed by that same professor's 50-pound short-haired pointer deciding to be a lap dog=:) there were pets by proxy
Daylilies overwintering successfully and returning from a dormant state=:) Yay! Little green shoots are go! I thought she was a goner for a second there.

Aaaaand not conking out in my chair is probably a good idea. I'm going the heck to bed!