Today kicks off a big weekend for us.
Tonight, Maria and I will call the Bingo game at the Mansion. If you think a Bingo game at an assisted care facility is a quiet affair, think again. It’s a raucous brawl. There is suspected cheating, fights and arguments, outsiders slipping into the game without permission, residents trying to trade their gift certificate prices in for booze, ineligible people grabbing prices.
Last week, Maria and I wanted to hire a security guard. We’ve cooked up all kinds of plans to quiet things down and we’ll be at our posts at 6 p.m. sharp with our new system. Wish us luck.
Tomorrow morning, Maria and I will go to visit our friend, the poet Mary Kellogg, who broke her hip in a fall last week in her home. She is doing well in rehab, eager to get home, we’ll go say hello.
Tomorrow afternoon, we will join the March For Our Lives, children are marching in 800 cities for common sense gun control, and we will be marching with them here in Cambridge, we’ll be walking a mile down Main Street at 2 p.m. I stand with the children who demand that they be safe in their schools. They are fighting for all of us.
Sunday, Maria and I will be getting up at 4 a.m. to catch an early train to Brooklyn, time to visit my granddaughter Robin, we’ll be returning early Sunday evening. I’m bringing a small digital camera for toddlers, stickers and a sack full of books Robin is deep into reading and stickers and we can find common ground there.
Sunday night, I hope to watch Stormy Daniels tell her story on CBS’s 60 Minutes.” I admire her for what she is trying to do. I don’t care who sleeps with who, but I don’t care for the idea of powerful old rich men buying people to keep them silent. If you want to be a free spirit and live in an open marriage and also be President Of the United States, then take some responsibility for what you have chosen to do.
Sometimes, you just have to stand up and take the music.
We are our stories, we have the right to tell them.
I think next week would be a good time to rest. I’m having some quiet hours in the afternoon, listening to music, meditating, drinking up the silence. Good for me.