There is no photographic evidence, but mrguy and I went out to the local large street to wave at cars and get them to honk today. It was joyous, lovely, kind and loud. A woman asked mrguy "Is she *always* like this?" and he replied "Yes. 24/7." I told her "It's been a rough couple of weeks and I need to get my yayas out".
And that's the story. It was so great to have mrguy with me. Last time the protest was held during chemo week on what he calls "Sad Saturday", which is a day that's hard for him. On that occasion I came back to the house after protesting for a while, and then took him out in Tiger Brown so he could see the crowd and experience it a little bit.
Today's highs were a man who had a sign "90 and Pissed", lots of smiling and cheerful neighbors, a vintage car club that made two circles around the block, lots of honkers, and one middle finger. Why is it that mrguy, who is one of the nicest people, is always the guy who gets the finger?
I noticed a few things -- the early car crowd wasn't necessarily there for us. The people with Tiny Tree air fresheners were not fans, at least in the first hour. Then the people with different-colored or multi-colored tree air fresheners seemed to honk, and the cars with green ones were pretty resolute, as a group in their disdain. We had a bunch of repeats who drove by several times. And one guy who pulled over and I thought he said "I'm gay and I voted for Trump," but folks with better hearing said that he said "I'm gay and I love you," or something more positive. I see you, gay man who pulls over to support!!
Waves of people arrived by public transit starting around 11:30, and we left around 12:30, secure in our knowledge that we were not emptying the crowd. We grabbed Tiger Brown and ran the gauntlet ourselves, honking for the entire city block.
It was great.
Then I went to the supermarket, bought some celery root, and made this soup.
Delicious! Adding potatoes...
