No Kings Protest, Father’s Day & a 1 Year Old.

Saturday morning I was going to a Trump protest with my mom. Our first protest. I thought it was awesome that my 71 year old mother and her friend were picking me up for a protest. We were not sure what we would be encountering. It was a very pleasant surprise.

The crowd was on our side. So so many really cool people. Such a diverse crowd. You had republicans, democrats, independents. All skin color. All ages. Vietnam vets. Everyone was so amazing. The signs were great. Everyone was so nice. We all had a mutual disdain for the orange man and his policies. Anyone familiar with the current political climate knows why so many people are alarmed. He has used the military to police the people of the United States. He is unhinged at best. “Dear Leader” has amassed a fucking cult of followers. These are intellectuals. I truly don’t understand how anyone could consider his actions to be on the right side of history. That’s why the protest was needed. We had at least 300 people. I really felt proud of my little town and our voices. It will be a cherished memory with my mother, to boot. We both did something important that’s we had never done before that was sooooo far from our comfort zones.

I actually ran into some very old friends. Some of which I had not seen in over 10 years. Maybe the last time I saw them was at my ex-wife and our wedding. It was great to see them. Greg was my man back in the day. He was a therapist/bartender. The best bartender. It made my heart swell seeing him at this kind of event. happily gathering peacefully together to oppose a horrible person holding a powerful position. James was the other old friend that I saw. It also doesn’t surprise me to see him at such a gathering. Like minded people.

The rest of the day I spent with my beautiful wife. We laid around. Went shopping. Cooked. Watched a scary movie. Saturday was an amazing day.

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers. I suppose I get to celebrate? I don’t know. Alaya got back into town with her momma. I missed that baby. The kids got me a shirt that I love and I was grateful for. I didn’t even think about Father’s Day being something for me. It was a mostly mellow day. I picked up breakfast. I sprayed weeds. Shopped. Slept. It was just chill. My stomach was a little our of whack but that was my own fault. Eating an entire can of bean dip while sleep walking will leave one a little on the ill side. That night Yvette took care of dinner and she made one of my favorite of her meals, chicken enchiladas. I meal prepped for Teegan making some really yummy chicken breast. That was the weekend.

Monday was a day from hell. I was tired. It was hot. Stuck in the office time didn’t want to budge. I hate these weeks. I had a few people ask me about the protest. I told them what it was about and all the details that I could supply. They all had a different idea in their heads what it was. I guess the media portrayed it in an angry light. Typical. Nothing angry about it.

I did finally view the results of my MIR. No change in the cyst size. He does want me to go ahead and schedule a colonoscopy. Great… I was hoping to put that off for a few more years but I understand. I have never had one and they have started screening folk at a younger age. It’s a good precaution. When I actually get around to scheduling it thought… that’s another story.

I was out running errands after work on Wednesday and this number just kept calling and calling. I have a habit of not answering unknown numbers so I didn’t. I received a text from my ex wife telling me my dogs were out and someone had them. I called and they had only made it a block. The couple that had them were nice enough to walk them home and thankfully Yvette pulled into the driveway at the same time because I could t reach anyone. I guess the door to the kitchen didn’t latch and the garage was opened. They had a little unsupervised walk and thank god they stuck together and came to a stranger. I would have been devastated to come home to them missing. Thank the lord for good pedestrians.

Juneteenth! The 19th was not only an important holiday but it was Alaya’s birthday. She turned 1!!! How this little girl was already a year old went over all of our heads. In the morning she was presented with some gifts and I assume she had a pretty good day. We took her out for some steak dinner that night and we had one heck of a party. I kid, but some of us did eat steak. I love this little girl.

Friday was bumpy. The venue double booked us for Alaya’s birthday party so we basically had a day to come up with a new place to host it. What a mess. It was a messy day in general. Owen got into some cake mix that basically took an hour to clean up. He is not liked at this moment. Everything worked out. Lola procrastinated so they were busy working on the party late. I had a headache so I was pretty much cashed out. I only live here. All I know it that it will all be fine when it’s said and done. We did find a little baby deer.

Happy Friday!