This and that

Lipstick plant in bloom…

After a year of reprieve, Jason had two more seizures, three weeks apart. The second one left him bleeding on his office floor with a deep gash in his face, from hitting a piece of furniture. 

He had to be stitched up in Urgent Care, appointments with two different neurologists, start a second seizure medication, and is waiting for an ambulatory EEG to be done. The ambulatory EEG involves a trip to OHSU to get all the sensors adhered to his scalp, then home again to somehow manage to carry on with his daily activities with it on for two days. Wheeeeeee!

Jason and I joined the local march to encourage Hillsboro to protect our immigrants…

Simon joined me for two protest marches in Portland: inauguration night and the Women’s March on the following day. 

I don’t know if they do any good but it helps to know there are others out there who put people before greed or religious ideology. I hope this movement can grow and organise to support our most vulnerable with positive results. 

The big historical picture shows two steps forward, one step back. It feels like two steps back is underway. 🙁

Portland police wasted no time coming out in swat gear and using crowd control weapons and intimidation for the Friday night march. 

The next day, the Women’s March had paid a big fee for an organized march. Women were taking photos with police officers in pink hats. So the moral of the story is: pay the police and be predominantly white women and you can exercise your right to protest in our “democracy” without police brutality. 

Maybe if more white women joined the Black Lives Matter movement people would see them as they are: a movement to highlight and improve the most vulnerable economic group of people in our country. It blows my mind to see the difference. Brown people march: “they are a hate group!” white women march: smiling photos with cops. 

On another note…

The kids and I enjoyed a little cousin time with baby Lux. He is ridiculously chill…and adorable. 

These two clowns were propped up on me, looking like they were trying to tell me something. Hungry, perhaps?

Kevin keeps getting pimples on his jowels, poor guy. Stainless steel bowls are supposed to help, which he already has. Another explanation is puberty. Ha! So much puberty in this house. 

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