I made a placard this evening, in anticipation of attending the second demonstration of my life as a participant instead of a journalist. It’s this Sat., Aug. 22, in support of the U.S. Postal Service.
In my last blog post, I mentioned I’d been content to stick close to home. That was before my son and his girlfriend decided to get married.
They’d postponed a much bigger wedding because of the pandemic, and finally opted for a simple backyard ceremony near their home in California.
As the mother of the groom, I needed to be there – which meant spending two weeks away from home, in multiple hotels.