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ConchShell of Zenith
Jun. 18th, 2017 09:34 pmAfter an early morning thunderstorm yesterday, we woke up to a power outage. It lasted for several hours, and the power came back on just before we left to go downtown to the Pride Festival. Last year, our UU church provided what they called "the Yellow Wall of Love." We were all wearing our yellow church t-shirts and standing in between Hateration Preacher Man and the Festival-goers. This year, I think our minister was disappointed, because Mr. Hateration didn't show up. So there we were with our "Standing on the Side of Love" signs and our rainbow banners, and there was no opposition. We went home eventually--and then of course, Mr. Hateration and his generation of vipers showed up later in the day. I knew he would. Personally, I think he was probably sneaking around watching and waiting till we left so he could brandish his bullhorn unimpeded. I hope someone else got in his way.
By the time we'd been standing on duty for an hour, and walking from the car downtown and back, we were tired. I glued myself to my laptop for hours and finally finished my Readercon signup. "Take an hour to look it over," they say blithely. But if you try to include some pithy comments on the panels you might enjoy, it takes a lot longer than that. I got tired of the sound of my own voice, but it's done.
Today we had a nice Father's Day. I asked the Sparrowhawk what he wanted to do, and he said "I want to stay off the grid with you." We weren't too far off the grid, because last night's repeat thunderstorm didn't result in power outage. We went out for lunch at a place with a jazz band. We came home and did a little work while seated on the back porch, drinking espresso to stay awake. The storm brought in some cooler weather. White clouds sailed across the sky under a breeze that occasionally wafted us a faint scent of roses from the nearby trellis. The Sparrowhawk opened his gift from Tron while on the phone with her. It was a lovely calendar with family photos. She put it together herself, as she does almost every year. He teared up as he looked through it. Awwww. The Philosopher called, and the Diva and the Nipper sent Facebook wishes. A round of pictures of fathers and sons of various generations at various ages was posted. We went out for a nice walk and met our exercise goals.
By the time we'd been standing on duty for an hour, and walking from the car downtown and back, we were tired. I glued myself to my laptop for hours and finally finished my Readercon signup. "Take an hour to look it over," they say blithely. But if you try to include some pithy comments on the panels you might enjoy, it takes a lot longer than that. I got tired of the sound of my own voice, but it's done.
Today we had a nice Father's Day. I asked the Sparrowhawk what he wanted to do, and he said "I want to stay off the grid with you." We weren't too far off the grid, because last night's repeat thunderstorm didn't result in power outage. We went out for lunch at a place with a jazz band. We came home and did a little work while seated on the back porch, drinking espresso to stay awake. The storm brought in some cooler weather. White clouds sailed across the sky under a breeze that occasionally wafted us a faint scent of roses from the nearby trellis. The Sparrowhawk opened his gift from Tron while on the phone with her. It was a lovely calendar with family photos. She put it together herself, as she does almost every year. He teared up as he looked through it. Awwww. The Philosopher called, and the Diva and the Nipper sent Facebook wishes. A round of pictures of fathers and sons of various generations at various ages was posted. We went out for a nice walk and met our exercise goals.
