Summer is nearly over, thank goodness.
Today was the first day of school. It was the first time in 18 years I have not had a child to get off to school in the morning. I’m rather sad about this.
I had a job interview today. It was an initial interview, but it seemed to go well. I don’t know if they will call me back for a second interview.
I hate having Impostor Syndrome.
I have letters I need to write, but I am sitting here reading about the coverage of Michael Brown case and the protests in Ferguson.
Note to my Facebook friend: I like you, but that “you weren’t there, so you don’t know the officer’s side of things?” Brown was shot six times, with several of the bullets having two entry and exit points. He was unarmed. Res ipsa loquitur.
The militarization of police across the country is scary.
The head of the Missouri GOP says that Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton putting up voter registration booths is “disgusting.” Wait, isn’t that how we want people to resolve disputes with the government? By voting for elected officials who will represent their interests?
The Red-Headed Menace rode his bike back and forth after midnight a couple of weeks ago. I had the discussion about privilege with him, that even in our more or less enlightened part of the world, had he been a person of color he might have been stopped for no reason. It’s only been a few years since the Palo Alto police chief had to publicly apologize for a directive for officers to stop young African-American men, due to a string of burglaries where the suspect was black.
Ferguson goes on my list of things I’m not discussing on Facebook right now, along with the situation in Gaza.
I dressed up for the interview — I don’t know what to do now. “All dressed up with no place to go” is a trite saying, but true in this case.