I was all set to blog an update of my injured shoulder when the news broke, another school shooting. Another lockdown, another scene of kids running for safety, another scene of police responding, another scene of frantic parents.
Where are you now, you second-amendment God given right to own a gun owners who value your rifles and pistols above common sense gun laws that might have saved 10 lives today?
Where are you now, you lip service to caring for the people politicians who value your re-election race above enacting laws that might have saved 10 lives today?
Don’t send prayers and thoughts, do something. Take action. Now.
You may have seen it on the news … what am I saying, you couldn’t avoid it on the news. The big march, the biggest march yet … the “March for our lives”. Me, my neighbor’s son Tyler, and 800,000 others. Led by children, by teenagers, by polished speakers not old enough to vote. Yet.
They will be, and sooner than some people think.
It was an incredible experience. I participated in the Women’s march on Washington back after the idiot-in-chief’s inauguration, and thought that march was mind blowing. People in every directions, signs of all sizes and opinions, a feeling of camaraderie and hope that fighting back gives.
The March for our lives was all that and more. So much energy and passion. So many great speeches from young people – from survivors of the Parkland shooting to the grand-daughter of Martin Luther Kink, the oldest 17 – the youngest – 9.
Contrary to what some might think, the message isn’t “ban all guns” (although, if I could wish anything – it would be that), it’s ban some guns. Guns that don’t belong in civilian hands, that have no place outside the military. Guns who’s only purpose is massive carnage. Our message is simple … we want sensible gun control. You have to have a license to fish, for crying out loud, what’s wrong with having to have a license to own a gun? To drive a car, you have to pass a test! Why not have a gun safety test? No one is taking away anyone’s right to bear arms … but let’s add some logic to the argument of “it’s my constitutional right”. Let’s add something that is becoming rarer and rarer these days … Common Sense.
So far, we’re all still alive! The girls have eaten regular meals (albeit it from restaurants), and thanks to the farmer’s market, we have a quiche for this evening. At the moment, the girls are spending the afternoon hanging out with some of the other exchange students. I took advantage of the alone time to doze on the sofa while watching football.
They are very nice young ladies, pleasant and very interested in learning more about the real America. This part, I’m anxiously eager to show them. I want them to meet lots of “your average American” … from the venders at the farmer’s market to parishioners at church to people in the neighborhood. I want the girls to see we’re all individuals, we’re not lockstep in line with the latest moronic presidential tweet. Granted, I only know one trump supporter, but the world sees enough of the world presented through his myopic eyesight. I want Luisa and Christina to meet real people, as many as possible, and to find out we all want the same things in life … to be happy, to prosper, to help others and – above all – peace.
Tomorrow we’re going to carve pumpkins and visit a nearby plantation. Their presentation of life on a plantation has a special emphasis on the lives of the slaves and is very educational.
During the week, the girls will alternate between attending a local high school and taking trips into DC with the rest of their group. We’ll finish out the visit with Homecoming weekend at the High School, with a parade, pep rally, football game and a dance. That’s about as Americana as it gets! Go Team!!
I’m getting ready to host two German high school students for a couple of weeks. The girls, ages 15 and 17, arrive this evening and I’ve spent the day (so far) running around trying to get ready. Trouble is, I don’t know how to get ready for teenagers!
Since I’m single, and have no children, this is unknown territory. Sure, I’ve been around kids, I have three nieces and they’re all quite nice … but then I don’t live with them. I don’t know the ins and outs of having teenage girls in the house. What do they eat? What do they do for fun? Will they find me a boring old lady?
I’m used to fending for myself and that’s a full time job. It’s one I arguably struggle with. Eating regular meals? Ha! For dinner the other night I had, in this order, ice cream, potato chips, and finally – a ham sandwich. And now, I’m supposed to keep two teenagers fed for two weeks!
Not just that … I’ll have to get them up in the morning! Pack lunches and drive them to school! It’s a coin toss some mornings to get myself up and out the door! This is going to be quite an adventure.