Complain or Comment

We have a nice Text group of women all living in houses I can see from my living room window. You know, the kind where you can ask for just a little cardamom and run across the street to get it. Where the one who lives alone, and freaks out when the temperature drops, wondering how to set her thermostat, gets the same replies from us, day after day, and that seems to do the trick. Where all of them can know in a click of a key that you’ll be gone for two days and packages will get taken in until your return.
Now, one of them, wonders if we’d like to get together to find something we can DO instead of just licking our election wounds. Some of us say we’d like that; some of us say we  aren’t quite ready to pull our head out of the sand. I figure a plan will either happen, or it won’t, meanwhile, the Texts will continue.
I’m so, so grateful to live in a Blue state, county, city, neighborhood. 


Looks like another Atmospheric River won’t reach us; that is not a complaint, just a comment.