After a rough 3-day work week - which just goes to show me that Big Mama, as we called my grandmother, knew what she was talking about when she said "Be careful what you ask for; you might get it." since I was so gung ho about having a 3-day work week - Ella and I went to the park this morning. Goslings. Fuzzy, creamy light brown, very very cute goslings. Hard to believe they grow into the great stately honking hulking Canada geese. We had a good walk. Cool morning, supposed to turn sunny and warmer later. No heron, no muskrat, and the Mallards' ducklings apparently haven't hatched yet.
Today is the Race for the Cure event to support breast cancer research fundraising. I signed up and solicited donations last year, and received a lot of support (thanks again to all). It was moving to participate, in part because I had finished chemo only 6 weeks before, my hair was just coming back in, there were so many other women who "looked like" me. At the same time, the whole thing was so ... corporate as in structured, programmed, choreographed, and massive. Also I had some sense of an odd elitism or at least silo-ism, as is, "this is a BREAST cancer event, BREAST cancer kills MORE women is a BIGGER threat than XXX cancer." No one said those words, there was just some sort of underlying thrum. As I said to some one this week, all I guess I was looking for was to hear the message that while breast cancer is a huge problem for women and women in CT in particular, ALL cancer is horrible and all cancer survivors and families and friends of all cancer survivors are welcome to join Race for the Cure (even if the $ raised goes to breast cancer research, in some ways that benefits ALL those dealing with cancer). But that message was missing.
At any rate, I did finally register this year, and thought about going, but have decided not to. I figure my registration fee is a donation. I wish the event well. Perhaps I will participate again in the future more fully.
Otherwise, looking forward to a quiet weekend. My daughter is in SF, visiting for 10-12 days from Haiti. Her organization, SOIL, is having funding difficulties. Too bad, because here is a small group of committed young people actually doing somethign needed in Haiti - assisting people in creating and learning how to manage ecologically friendly sanitation facilities - what can be more basic than sanitation? without sanitation, the quality of water is affected, disease is rampant, etc. - working on a really shoestring budget, living simply themselves right in the community (not in some NGO compound) - and they can't keep their funding, while across town, multi-million dollar NGO's employees are driven around in big gas-guzzling cars while donations sit in the bank. It's not right.
I heard an NPR story this morning about a new documentary just coming out about mining in West Virginia, strip mining or whatever they call the type of mining nowadays where they basically blast the top of mountains off. Unbelievable the details about how corporations have purchased the political process in the towns, counties and states involved.
Supreme Court decisions permit corporations to buy political elections.
Kids getting college degrees incur $100,000 + in college loans and start their careers as indentured servants.
One in 5 people in America has or will develop type 2 diabetes.
One in 5 people has no health insurance.
What's wrong with this picture?
It's a beautiful early June morning. There must be in the birds' songs outside my window, in the wisp of cloud passing overhead, in the sun striving toward the top of the day, hope for better times.
Peace.
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