You guys, I just saw a Target ad that was (a) in Spanish, (b) had women of various colors and sizes and abilities. In the middle of The Catch! Kind of cool. (Why I didn't fast-forward through the commercials is a different question.)

So I meant to go see Jon performing for PorchFest, but I got the time wrong and missed him. This is a city-wide thing where people and bands perform (guess where!) on porches, and it's really taken off. Crowds of people just walking around with beers going from show to show. I mostly stayed on my own block, which was plenty.

I'm sitting along the river walk, eating bao on my dinner break. There are a lot of people down here. I'm trying to guess all the languages.

Target has had a few print ads lately with kids with disabilities. They got a lot of good press last Halloween for showing a girl with an Elsa costume and crutches. There's a group that's been advocating for getting kids with disabilities into ads, and having a lot of success with it, though I've seen fewer adults with disabilities in ads.

So my community chorus had the first of our two yearly concerts today. It went well, other than a bobble during "Sandman" that I'm sure the audience didn't notice. My sister brought my Dad, and he recognized a few of the songs and claimed he had a good time. So that was nice, although it made for a long day.

Now I'm crashed on the futon with a pint of B&J's in the freezer, and the last of a bottle of zin from the post-concert reception.

Laura, if it's going to be a while before Brendon can go in for surgery you might want to get him something like a snapper cane so he won't be tempted to try and pick something up unaided.

We had a family wedding this afternoon, an outdoor affair at a lodge's terraced ampitheater with a 24-person wedding party (!) including the bride and groom. Got to visit with most of my aunts and various cousins, which was very nice.

I tore a seam under the arm of my best short-sleeve dress shirt while lifting Dad, and when I got home the sole of one of my shoes came loose. So apparently my hatred of dress clothes is mutual.

{{{Laura}}} I'm sorry you are dealing with so much right now.

That's a good idea, Matt. I think my sister has a couple of those around so I can grab one from her.

Oh dear, I have resisted for so long, but jumped into the fire. Too many of my life long friends and family are on the Trump train and I just can't deal with it. Oh well, I expect my number of friends to drop, but I just have to engage. I should know better, and yet.

Oh Laura, what an awful week. I'm sorry. Hang in there.

All that and then having to deal with Trump-ites? Too much, Laura.