The dogs are unsettled, one of them frightened and not himself, finally curling in the corner. The thunder and lightening have moved out over the lake but nothing seems done. It’s as if the storm could turn back to strike more fear. Anything can happen.
The marches during the day are peaceful but at night turn rough, mostly, it seems, because the police change their ways in the dark and maybe see things that go bump more than we might imagine.
I am not marching although I want to be. There are too many people. My existence the past three months has been focused on making no mistakes. Being in a crowd with hundreds of people, masked or not, screams mistake to me. So I have to be present and contribute in other ways.
With others, I am working on making sure older adults vote in the Presidential election. Right now, Biden has a 17% lead over Trump among older adults. We need to make sure those older adults are registered and able to vote. Trump needs to be beaten by a landslide so if you are able, join or financially support a voter registration/turn-out effort in your community. This election can have no bystanders.
I am so grateful right now for the spirit and stamina of young people. They just won’t quit. It’s beautiful to watch.