Where is Vancouver as a 'stand-in location' when you need her...

I heard that Macy's had hung their Nativity Star and the Wonderland Carousel was spinning downtown, so I ventured into the city. One would think as much pleading as I did in North Carolina to have a certain film played there, I would remember the date. Once I got to Vancouver and saw the film on television, I guess the importance slipped my mind. So as I stood staring at the star like a little child and listening to actual children giggle on the opposite corner gathered around the carousel...I heard people on bullhorns screaming at Chase and Bank of America in protest.

To be sure...I have moved to the protest capital of the nation.


I remember cutting school and being detained by the police until my parents collected me. So little, as I sat on the bench my little knee-sock covered legs were swinging. Don't tell your children their generation does not know how to "make things happen" and expect them NOT to sneak out of there independent educational facility to 'make things happen'. It's really like a dare...I felt my heart racing and knew that if I could not commit completely, I should not return this evening at seven PM. I want to...I really do, but those people make sacrifices I do not believe I am strong enough to make. I, who supposedly ran away from my family's materialistic lifestyle, but could not part with my hangbags and footwear. Who could take me seriously?

I spent some time comfortably pacing to-and-fro in the livingroom, wearing my Angelina muskrat coat, cinched at the waist by my AllSaints Anina wide-waisted belt and tapping about in my tall Frye Melissa riding boots with my thigh-high Betsey Johnson over-the-knee Sweetheart socks tucked into them. I don't look like I care about anything but looking cute all day as I play with my David Yurman Black Potpourri necklace. I realize it is remembering 'who' injured those people and seeing those 'who' look like those that injured those people ten years ago today that is making me afraid.

I put in a call to a law prof that told me to call him if I ever needed bail money; changed into my jeans, my "Desi- Compassion" tee-shirt, my Ugg Shoreline boots and put out one of my parkas from Gorsuch. Then I sat down and typed out this blog entry...


Re-birth is re-birth; self-improvement is self-improvement...but even seeing what could happen via Hollywood could not make this leopard change her spots. Here's hoping NO ONE gets arrested and that all the 'battles' this time are non-violent. M.~