It was the fingerpuppets.
I was looking through my purse for something and there they were, a handful of those handknit little characters from Peru for making small random children happy as I go about my day. The old guy who got one for the joystick on his motorized chair. Airports. All the times those had cheered up a kid or their parent who just needed to be seen and to be distracted.
In five months of quarantining I had actually forgotten them.
Edited to add later: I’ve spent the last hour watching a livestream of the peaceful protest in Portland tonight. It is powerful and good. They are honoring John Lewis’s memory and admonition of “Make good trouble” as they stand up for our country’s ideals for all of us–joyfully and in solidarity. I just signed off there holding my breath that the Feds will still treat them with the respect owed to all of us as the crowd thins down.
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Amen! Although, if they gassed and roughed up the moms, who knows how they will act.
Comment by Anne 07.21.20 @ 12:10 amAha. The jolt brought forth finger puppets! Well they certainly won’t go bad waiting till you are able to start handing them out again. But rather sad that they have been so thoroughly sidelined.
I hope the protestors were allowed to disperse without any conflict.
Chris S
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