Can we talk about something sticky?

I was browsing CNN, and came across an article:

“Senate approves resolution apologizing for slavery.”

The Senate, our senate, 100 men and women from 50 states, took time out of this important, important year and cycle to discuss a bill to apologize to African-Americans for slavery.

Now, I understand that slavery was horrible, and wrong. And I understand that the US government didn’t think so until after the Civil War, and even then, some people still didn’t see the problem. I know that people’s ancestors were slaves, and other people’s ancestors were slave owners. I understand this.

I just don’t understand why it matters right this minute. People are sorry, people apologize. I, personally, wasn’t there, and didn’t have slaves, and although I am sorry that people were ever enslaved, I get offended when anyone says “Well Americans” or “You people” had slaves.

I didn’t. You didn’t. No one we know did, in fact. And there are more important things that are happening right now — while we are all living, and breathing — than a past slavery. Slavery that none of us participated in. 100 men and women from 50 states are apologizing for something they didn’t do. Something that other men and other women did more than a hundred years ago.

I recognize that it is important. And that the US government apologizing is important. But I question if now is the time to be spending time on this. If we spend time on the past, we’ll miss the present, and have to apologize, again, in the future.

How do you all feel?

5 Good Things: Thursday Edition

1. I have started to search for Nine Days CDs again, and am discovering they might release a new album, soon!

2. It is Thursday, which means tomorrow is Friday, and the start of the weekend!

3. I get to go back to MI in a little over a week!

4. I get to go to a 3eb concert a WEEK from today.

5. Big Momma.

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When Big Momma makes the world, she doesn’t mess around.

“Earth, ” she says, “get over here.” And it does.

You know someone loves you when they scrap out your gravel.

So last night, on my way home, I fell off my bike.

I was on my way home, and I was riding, crossing the street, when a pedestrian starts walking down the street. So I use the road, to avoid him, and at the next “on” ramp (aka driveway) I turn to go up the sidewalk.

and fall.

So the pedestrian helps me up, grabs all of my items that have FLEW all over the sideway (including the things in my basket–sandals, penguin-shaped thermos) and then he goes on. I am bleeding from the hand, and my leg is killing me. Probably is scraped, but I am wearing footless tights. So I am like “It’s ok, I’m ok, what do I do?” I look into the pouch underneath my seat, thinking maybe Jeff stored a secret first aid kit. He did NOT. So, Girl Scout Jennie pulls a hair tie (I had 2 in my hair) off her hair, takes some tissues from my bag, and fashions a bandage around her hand/thumb. Done. Not worrying about the leg, because it’s covered. I get on my bike to keep going….but the chain has fallen off.

So I am calm as a cucumber. I call Jeff:
“Hey babe, I am fine, but I fell off my bike.”
“OK….are you sure you’re OK?”
“Yes, but the chain fell off. What do I do?”

Jeff explains to me I merely put it back on, and it’ll push itself into place. Fine, fine. I do this, clean my hands off with more tissues and water, and then ride on. I’m ok, I keep telling myself.

I get home, wash out my leg, clean my hand, and wait on the couch covered in bacitracin until Jeff got home. Then, when Cor finally got home, I had her pick out the gravel, since Jeff insisted it could stay there because it’d push itself out.

Family is: someone who will pick the gravel out of your hand with tweezers and not bat an eyelash. Even though they were at work from 8 am until 8:30 pm. That’s love.

Meanwhile, I will begin biking again tomorrow…