Gen. Powell Endorsing Obama

Marching To Vote For Obama

I seldom march. I marched in one of many Vietnam Moratorium marches held across the country. I marched for the Air Force not long after. (The two are not mutually exclusive, no matter what you've been told.) I marched for social justice when Dr. King was slain. Barack Obama is the first candidate I've marched for. I'm also agoraphobic and not keen on being in a crowd of strangers. But the turf of the march route and terminus was old, well-known, frequently explored territory while in my adolescence and not that far from home. With the help of a mild tranquilizer and a frozen caramel coffee confection from Satellite, I braved the public again. I marched.

We rallied at Obama's campaign headquarters at the corner of Central and Carlisle. It was held in a old building, once a Chevron station, that I remember as having had signs designating 'colored' and 'white' restrooms when I was but 4 or 5 years old. It's been a lot of things over the years. I remember looking at the familiar outlines of the building, seeing Obama pictures, signs in the windows saying "Early Voting Starting" and thinking how absolutely perfect it was housing Obama's campaign. Real fitting.

I picked up a little campaign swag - a Women for Obama button and some earrings with pics of Obama and the words "progress" and "hope" printed below. Any profits support the campaign. I even saw a few familiar faces in the building crowd - a couple of my kid sister's friends. It was good. The crowd swelled, people in cars passing by honked their horns and lots of 'thumbs up" popped out of rolled down windows. Sen. Ken Salazar, (D) Colorado was down to tout for Obama and help spread the good word. Salazar's constituent base is up near the northern NM border, so as a good neighbor knows about our issues as well. He said the West was key for Obama. I agree.

The march commenced. We moved westward along Central waving our placards accompanied by a fife player and drummer in our midst playing Revolutionary war ditties. It was a brisk walk and the terminus was the Student Union building on UNM's campus. The sky was a clear blazing blue with a few streaks of white clouds. The autumn air was warm and kissed with a slight breeze. More people honked and waved and I only heard two shout outs for the opposition along our route. I thought that was pretty damn sweet and awfully telling. I mean, New Mexico was pretty solid red in the last election.

We shed our campaign placards and all the rest well before the "no campaigning within 100 ft. limit of a polling place' limit. The buttons affixed to my tote were taken off as well as my Obama earrings and popped into a pocket. I followed the line into the Student Union where I'd once hung out playing hookey from mid school in order to learn about politics and public policy when I was barely 14 and that was 40 years ago friends! It's been a long time coming to this election. It's probably the most important election of my life time as I believe a better future for my countrymen & women's descendants depends on it.

There was a wait in line for some 45 minutes before getting our ballots and there was still a queue behind me that went all the way to the far north end of the hallway. Lots of folks had shown up ahead of us and after our crowd of some 2-300 people. An election official zipped up and down the hallway cheerfully admonishing us not to campaign, promote our candidates nor discuss politics, but feel free to sing Yankee Doodle if ya want or just get to meet a new friend today. I met a former lecturer of religious studies. We chit chatted some and the time passed fairly quickly. Voting line friends. And no, I didn't ask her who she was voting for. I reckon that is something as sacred as a confessional.

I voted for Barack Obama today and it was a sweet, sweet moment. I was a proud American choosing him.

Roots!

Ooh my aching bod.

My friend Alley called me Wednesday about being her helper over at Willow again for Thursday and Friday. I show up. I'm on time and I work hard. At least for 3-4 hrs at a time I work hard. I don't have it in me for longer than that when it comes to manual labor, but appreciate the opportunity because it still gives my body a work out which is good at my age.

It was the war of the elm roots. Ya see, Willow decided sometime back she wanted her walkway redone with flagstone. The walkway has been dirt and crusher fine from before she bought her house. A few years ago, her brother-in-law did the inside of the front gate with flagstone but didn't continue it. But things simmered along with Willow planning on it "eventually". So eventual happens.

Now there's been a nice big hump in the walkway that we knew was a root from the elm in front of the house that goes all the way across and deep into the front yard. (Also where Alley and me worked a few weeks ago redoing the lawn - tilling in compost and then leveling, seeding, rolling and so on). Of course if we just laid the flagstone over it, it wouldn't seat flat and would be a hump with an edge. It would be of those edges thats perfect for catching a heel and tripping over or stubbing toes on. We needed to take out the roots so there would be a moderately level surface to work on.

A well established tree's roots can go every which way which is exactly what the elm's did. There were areas I dug in where I felt like I was excavating at an archaeological site with a whisk broom, a dental pick and can of compressed air. Actually my instruments included two types of shovels, large bypass loppers, small bypass shears, a hand cultivating rake, an axe and a saw. Alley got to use the chain saw which was fine with me. You can chop your way through small roots easily enough with a shovel, but roots larger than your shinbone need stouter tools. One one section of root about 16 inches long, we had to make a series of cuts through it, like a row of teeth, then knock each one out with an axe. (I was really glad we didn't have to use the splitting maul on it... it weighs almost 8 lbs!)

Being roots that went everywhere however, we discovered they were in most places as much as 25 inches around, some grown together, others tangled around each other. Digging out roots is not easy. You'd think it would be simple - just ratchet up the chain saw and set to. But you don't want to run the chain in the dirt because it will get dull in a heart beat, so you have to move as much dirt as you possibly can before cutting into the wood. After a while we were able to get ropes around the roots and use her truck to pull out the largest, most stubborn of them.

I remember reading stories of America's early settlers and how they'd clear the land -- taking the trees they logged and building houses of them, and then having to pull the stumps and roots with teams of horses. They'd spend 8, 10, 12 hours a day, month after month at it until they cleared up as much as a hundred acres or more. Men, women and children working at it. I put in about 8 hours on it over 2 days and am really glad it's not my regular work.

The pic is of the roots I'm whinging about. The two big ones weighed close to 200 lbs just by themselves. We set them out in the backyard to dry out and season .. should take about 3 years of so cos' there's so much sap and water in 'em.

It's A Good Time To Buy Stocks.

A lot of traditional stock has become relatively affordable for Joe Six-Pack these day Shares can be had for under $50 per share in a lot of good worthy companies, just so you know. But I reckon its also a good time to take stock. Who are we Americans anymore? Who are we really? At our core? JFK's famous line "Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country!" resonates with me this season strongly.

What do we owe as citizens? What are we jack & jill citizens willing to do, to sacrifice, to help our country get back on it's feet? What are we unwilling to do and unwilling to sacrifice? Do you even think about it? Seriously. Meatless Fridays? Dairyfree Tuesdays. Walking Wednesdays? Parking the car 3 days a week and taking the bus? Homebound Thursdays? Sweeping the streets? Could you be happy if you had to participate in an effort where everyone was asked to give up a little bit if the end result left you better off in the long run? Would you dig into your bag of resources and make do or would you whine and go "just" along? Or would you rebel?

Justice Juiced

OJ. The Juice. Orenthal James Simpson was convicted in Las Vegas for kidnapping and armed robbery this weekend.

I think there may be some problems with the conviction though. News reports have already been flying that the jury was actually thinking about his trial for murder 13 years ago and that they had disagreed with his acquittal then. This is not a good thing. How do we really know that he was justly convicted? We don't and that does not make me feel more secure about justice in America.

My opinion of his acquittal is not popular amongst my fellow white folks. I wasn't in that alley, I didn't see the crime. What we did have was some reasonable evidence that OJ had abused Nicole during their marriage and that, along with him being black, made him the only suspect in the murders of Nicole Simpson and the Goldman lad. LAPD's investigation started and stopped with OJ and didn't seek to exclude anyone else. That's not good for the rest of us citizens. Not in the long run of things anyway. I believe in due diligence and all the more because of the number of men and women found to have been wrongly convicted of capitol crimes and sent to death row or sent to life in prison without possibility of parole.

For the record, I think the way OJ went about trying to get his 'stolen' memorabilia back was stupid beyond belief; given his notoriety he should have had his attorney contact the police to handle it.

Just So You Know...

I'm not better off than I was eight years ago.
Our country is not better off than it was eight years ago.
I'm not voting for the same old, same old.
I resent the bailout of Wall Street...
We ordinary folks aren't being bailed out.
We ordinary people would lose our jobs for losing our employer's money.
We regular "main streeters" don't get 'golden parachutes' for screwing things up.
We get prison sentences for things like embezzlement instead.
No, we're not better off at all.
And we've lost our rights in a devil's trade off for a sense of security.

Crone Tattoo

I finally got my 'crone' tattoo this week. Back in August, several women and I were 'croned' in a ceremony at Enchanted Mountain Gathering. Our little group had talked about us getting a triple goddess tattoo - symbolized by the waxing, full and waning moons. So far, three or four of us have had them done. Mine is on my left shoulder.

I deviated a bit...while sticking with the triple goddess moon motif, mine was embellished with a wave symbolizing endurance and three stars - red, green and blue white to symbolize my parents and kid brother who have passed away over the years. I have 4 sisters still alive and hope not to add stars for them for many long years to come.

The tattoo artist was named John and he works at Downtown Ink in Albuquerque.

I'm for Barack

Mabon's Over... Sigh

Lots of pagans & witches in the woods. Including yrs. truly, Dear Hubby, Raven Twiggybutt PrettyDog, our friends John, his wife Suz (one of the daytrippers)and Willa. Three of our other covenmates day tripped on Friday, but didn't make it back the rest of the weekend which was kinda disappointing in spite of their valid reasons. We missed their good company!

The reason for this gathering of Witches & pagans was Mabon, one of the sabbats on the wheel of the year and honored at the Autumn Equinox. This is a harvest festival marking the shift from summer's harvest to fall's harvest, sharing of the harvest fruits as well as the start of making ready for winter as Persephone begins her descent into the Underworld. Here in the Albuquerque area, Mabon festivities are organized by COG's Chamisa local council who do a marvelous job of organization. Even the two hour work shift I spent at the gate was fun!

I skipped the large group rituals as I'm much more at ease in small group rituals, I did go to the Crow Women's chanting workshop and that was fun! We made some pretty nice music and learned some new tunes. I liked the "I Am Plenty" chant and it's melody. Sorry the link doesn't have that recorded, but there are others so you can hear them. They're marvelous women, fabulous singers and make the trip down from Colorado almost every year for Beltane and Mabon.

After the chant workshop was over, Willa and I went and made dinner that we all actually finished eating BEFORE the sun went down! Her plans and DH's plans to go to the drum circle fell apart as they got into their books. While they did that, John and I wandered over to the mead tasting were we got to sample some pretty nice mead -- all different types from dry to sweet. There were melomels, cysers and pretty honey meads brewed using a variety of fruits, spices, yeasts and so on. Sylvia Meadmistress hosted and I learned a lot! But there was so much info it kind of swirled together after a while and it's still filtering out.

Up the road a few of us wandered as the drum circle beckoned. Merry with our fill of mead, it was time to dance around the fire under the night sky and I did! It was grand! And I was able to ignore,for a time, my aching feet (still battling plantar fasciitis... sigh) which had carried me up the road and down the road many times that day already.

Raven was a happy little camp dog who was petted and complimented by many. She did her pretty dog prance which greatly charmed those who saw it. She's a happy, mellow dog and got along with the other dogs when she wasn't sniffing around the shrubs or walking up the road and down the road with me. I didn't see any problems with anyone's dog and as far as I know there were no scuffles with 'em either. Hopefully the folks at SWEFA can take a page from COG's playbook and implement a workable 'dogs at camping events policy'.

Pantries & Parrots With A Dash Of Politics

I'm not done with my first cup of coffee yet. I had a busy sort of week last week.

My friend Willa and her dear hub took a cruise up to Sitka along with a bunch of bridge fans. She left her African Grey parrot at home.

I was the bird sitter. It's not an onerous job, but it's one that is deeply scheduled. Parrots are creatures of habit and they like their routines. Up at 9 a.m. and bed at 9 p.m. In between, there's shoulder time, out on the patio time, on the perch time, cookie time (seeded crackers, actually), and good, good seed time and finally birdie bedtime.

So the Janie bird suffered little disruption to her schedule. I got things done in between. I cleaned and rearranged Willa's pantry. It was about overdue. Her hubby and their boarder Darth Teddy Bear don't think twice about leaving an empty box behind on a shelf, or putting the fresh olive oil on the shelf with the canned fruit. So I found a LOT of duplicates hidden around there. Of course there was the usual dusting and wiping shelves down too. That lil job took about 3 days. Now the trick is educating DTB to rotate older items to the front after he and Willa shop... usually at Costco.

I also read Vince Bugliosi's "The Prosecution Of George W. Bush For Murder". Bugliosi outlines his case that for all our soldiers killed in Iraq, any state could prosecute Bush for murder on the basis of premeditation and him being the CAUSE of the act because of his drive to start an illegal war. It was a fascinating read. Of course, I know (as do many of us already) that Bush was way out of line and breaking the law when he started the war in Iraq to begin with. Unfortunately, our congresscritters were NOT listening to us when we wrote and told them no and do not vote for this insane action.

Another little job was getting our group's non-profit booth ready for Pagan Pride Day which was Sunday. I felt like a kid doing a homework assignment at the last minute. Gotta admit, I just wasn't as enthused as I'd have liked to be. Oh well. (The booth turned out fine and was a busy place a fair amount of the day.)

Willa and hubby got home Saturday night. I had a nice casserole ready for them figuring that after a day of flying that they'd be hungry and not particularly interested in cooking or eating out. Dinner was a hit! I could see the relief in her eyes.

And now, I've got time to be home and on MY computer. I don't gotta wake the birdie and I don't get fresh talon punctures in my hand today!