The warm spring has turned cool again. The mushrooms are sporadic, the ticks profuse, but we go out hunting anyway.
Blue jays, a skunk, and an old and battered one-eared cat have been visiting the cat food dish on the back porch. Our Avalanche vagabond (traveler) has returned to camp in the park, with his donkey and homemade cart. I've finished a large project, and I'm going to march for Women's Rights in town this Saturday, for an hour or so. I've made an appointment for a fresh haircut, and plan on pinning on a sash that says Ratify the ERA.
Honestly, I thought this was all taken care of 30 years ago. My 26 year old daughter mocks my outrage. She tells me she doesn't believe that the Pill is a relatively recent development, or the Internet. She is a Summer of Love denier, too. It never happened, Mom. Well, she's partially right there, it never happened to me.