In Spite of The Brutal Political Reality....

I wrapped blankets around them in the worst of the cold.

But the daphne are hinting that 

new life is born out of dark and chilly times.

LaTraviata

Not your mamma's production.

One chair and lots of curtains.

Strangely effective in 110 minutes 

With no intermission!

There was a lot of opportunity after

Waiting for stoplights 

To catch  

Surreal views. 

Shadows of our earlier selves

On our walk home from the dinner at the Sheraton, we ran into three young women, who 

were quite fascinated by three older( well, older than them) 

women in black raincoats and sturdy shoes climbing the hill.

They wanted to take our pictures, probably as a curiosity.

However, we took theirs instead.

I remember those days.

Celebration of Light

Tonight was the Celebration of Light to raise funds for Catholic education.

Table 39 was a very animated table.

As someone said, we probably didn't pledge the highest amount as a table, 

but who cares? We were indeed the most charming!

From NW Hospital

I spent the early afternoon at NW Hospital visiting a friend.

I think he is getting better enough to appreciate his view. 

Sad part is, the bed faces the wall, not the window.

Mt. Rainier appeared from under the clouds.

Seattle rises up out of the trees/

as does the Needle.

We the People!

Today I learned how to shove myself with muscly abandon into the back door of a packed to the ceiling Metro bus and light rail. (Thanks to Bostonian Carol!)

We met up with 130,000 others and walked for almost 4 hours.

Why do this?

I walked for the mothers and the heroes who led the way, I walked for the mothers and the children and the most vulnerable who have so much to lose in this new political climate.

I walked for immigrant brothers and sisters, I walked for all creatures. 

Carol made wonderful posters for us, and I didn't have a pink hat, but wore my mother's white French beret, and the ostrich shell earrings handpainted with a woman and child which Katherine Marie had brought me from Lesotho many years ago.

The crowd gathered at Judkins Park.
There was no way to see the front or the back. 

We started close to the beginning, we think.
But all those others were in front of us!

Signs for a Great America!