Sisterhood of the Travelling Pantsuits

It is the day after my annual Appreciation Day and the opening of the Democratic National Convention. It's a big week.

Don and I are continuing to unpack and settle in our house. The temperature has started to rise again and Chico State resumed classes yesterday, too. This makes the town a lot busier and maybe that is why the temperature is higher, too.

Whenever we go out for errands, we allow ourselves time to drive around to help acclimate to the city. Today, we had some specific errands for which we copied down addresses but still followed the flow of the day. Stopping for for lunch, I went in to Jamba Juice and Don went next door to check something out. Instead of finding his needs, we ended up answering the needs of a woman working there. An employee there named Faith, turns out to be moving to Mission Viejo to be with her grandchildren, and she was in need of boxes. Which if you know me well-enough by now, was what we had in the back of HenryHonda for our daily trip to the U-Haul to return to donate to others. We loaded up Faith's car (her name being duly noted) and gave her our home number so she could call to arrange to come by to pick up the bigger boxes used for artwork and such. It is the right thing and 'green' thing to return the used boxes to U-Haul for anyone to claim but I have to admit that it feels better to actually hand them off to someone and see their glee at receiving free moving and storage boxes (with the bubble wrap and glass packing sleeves are merely icing on a cardboard cake).

We kept busy until time for the broadcast from Denver for the Democratic National Convention coverage. Even from our living room in Chico, California, I could feel the energy and excitement about the upcoming speech by Hillary Rodham Clinton.
And we were not disappointed.

My emotional feminine response surprised even me. From the depths of my genetics, I could feel the historical power of what was taking place and the impact it has and will have (particularly for women) for years to come. Thank you Hillary. I was especially proud to be a female tonight.

Whether female or male, working or unemployed, gay or straight, pink, blue or green . . .
. . .keep going.