Resistance, My 2 Pedometers, the Ducklings and Our Mary

According to the pedometer in my front left jeans pocket, I walked 4.9 miles this morning. According to the one in my right, I walked 3.6. I’m going with Pedometer #1.

Two weeks ago, I bought a pedometer identical to the one I lost. The man at Paragon set it after I whispered my height and weight. I must have whispered a different height and weight than I had when I bought the first. I found Pedometer #1 last Saturday morning in the pocket of the black jeans I had not worn in a while. I put them on for the Women’s March. With 2 pedometers in 2 pockets, I walked with Jonathan to a friend’s where a bunch of people gathered and marched. What energy! What passion! What togetherness! What a day! At 40 Carats in Bloomingdale’s after, I saw 3 people I knew, who had also marched, including my terrific new student, Leanne. All together on March Day, my left hip walked 6.2 miles.

So now…with two pedometers in 2 pants pockets, I’m sending out postcards, signing petitions, and making donations and calls along with doing my regular things: writing, teaching, staring at my grandchildren’s pictures, and giving Finding Mr. Rightstein talks.

HOW DO WE STOP THE JERK IN OFFICE FROM JERKING US AROUND? HOW DO WE PROTECT OUR RIGHTS?

Wouldn’t Robert McCloskey be delighted that some people have made way for his ducklings now marching through Boston Commons in pink hats?

What would ‘Our Mary’ do? Since her death, I’ve watched several episodes for her first and last seasons. She had more than ‘spunk,’ Lou.

HOW DO WE TAKE OUR SCARY NEW DAYS AND “SUDDENLY MAKE IT ALL SEEM WORTHWHILE?”

I’ll watch Chuckles’ funeral tonight. Again. Now I’m taking a postcard I wrote to Charles Schumer to the mailbox. At least my left hip will get to 5.0 miles.