On Delia’s day off, we woke up way before we should on a weekend to do some civic duty: attend an emergency preparedness event.
At this stage of midlife and on our country’s and the world’s timeline, I’ve been trying to focus on the most simple, measurable, and least controversial things we can personally do to get ready for emergencies and disasters (ex. get in the habit of donating blood, have a 30-day cache of water, food, etc.) and be of service when they happen instead of imagining we can individually change enough people’s minds to prioritize and identify ways we can come together to avert man-made catastrophes, and maintain resources, procedures, and protocols for responding to natural disasters we can’t control like earthquakes). The reality is that talking our way into meaningful, effective, large-scale positive change appears to be a lost cause in our country and likely to stay that way until tangible life-threatening human suffering becomes more unbearably rampant in more groups of people.
Delia deserves and really could have used a REAL restful day off, but she chose to join me at this educational community resource and planning thing. We’ve been meaning to go to these for years now, but this year is the first time we’ve actually done it. It was a small but worthwhile step for us to take.
She was ready to call it quits and head home before they brought out the free strawberry shortcake, but I convinced her to wait. So we stood in line, and, again, it was worth it.
Then we were totally tired of being around people and needed a weekend treat. She ordered us an EXTRA LARGE PIZZAAAAAAAA, which we brought home and ate with television in bed.
After all that, she wanted to go to sleep early. But first she played us this music “video”:
Because, she said, she wanted to end the day on a high note. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3