Tried being a political activist mom (PAM) last Thursday. The town meeting was all about water privatization and how the water utility agency is so shabbily taken care of here that a corporation would be best set up to deal with EPA mandates. Blah blah. The town meeting thing just sounded so democratic (plus I knew the main anti-privatization presenter) But I got the wind knocked out of me when some bigwig water guy said the issue was not necessarily going to be on an island-wide ballot any time soon. But that it
could be. What the...!!!
I admire all the other PAMS in the world. All I kept thinking about was how much time the town meeting was taking away from my boy and me. Baah! Yet I couldn't pull myself away. I was swimming in intellectual boohah and political rhetoric. Manufacturing consent indeed. Since privatization is not going to be decided by the people (as of this writing), then that's all the utilities commision is doing--manufacturing consent.
Then I put baby to bed, ran out of the house like an errant mom, and partied for an hour at a club with aforementioned ex-roommate/instigator of the town meeting. Woohoo.
So we got us a kitty kat the other day. She had been living in the industrial park (if you're from here you know all about Harmon). It's a place straight outta kitty hell, filled with noxious gases, wild rats and dogs, oil slicks, mysterious chems, and antifreeze puddles. She's all of six inches long, not including her charmingly crooked tail which is ungodly in length. That would put her at a foot long with a distended belly. When we saw her, she was being sniffed at by a dog that would have been the jolly green giant to you and me. I freaked because I thought I was going to watch a horrendous act of nature unfold before my eyes, so I told D to run out of the car and save her. She was fighting back tough, but damn, the poor thing could only do so much against a hungry dog so much bigger than her.
It's been four days since then. She's a living doll. Rubbing her vertebrae still sends chills up mine, but she's playing like a baby kitty, and the diarrhea is gone. Once again, when I figure out how to do pictures, I'll post some of her.
