A day in the life....

Today is such a busy day.

Once I get the kids off to school, take my 2 mile power walk, and shower, I will head downtown to listen as the powers-that-be reveal our community's 10 year plan to end homelessness. I will listen, I will applaud and then I will head home.

Did you read that? Home. When the rally is finished, I will head home. We have a home. Over 680 children in my community do not. Did you catch that? More than 680 children.....homeless. Homeless. No place to call their own.

God in heaven, that hurts. It really hurts.

Then I will head out again to register at our local community college to take that Spanish language class I've been hankering to take. I'm going to stretch this old brain of mine, invigorate my neural pathways and I'm going to learn to speak a language that has long eluded me. I want to be able to communicate with our Latino community. I want to do so in their language. Why, you ask? Why not?

Once I've completed the registration process, I will rush home to whip up my famous spag-o-licious crockpot spaghetti sauce for dinner. I need to get that sauce simmering because I won't be home for dinner. Instead, I will be attending a Social Services Advisory Board meeting, where I will undoubtedly create a stir because I intend to question the whole "measurable outcomes" movement that's so big right now in our social services community. Not challenge mind you, simply question in order to gain a better understanding.....

In between doing all of that, I will be transporting children to ballet and fencing classes, walking the dog, doing laundry, vacuuming...well, you get the idea, right?

There you have it. A day in the life of Jerri.

...and I laugh as I type that, because the funny thing is, this day is less exciting than most.

**mid-day update**

Oh man!

My day just gets better and better.

I walk in from the Kickoff to End Homelessness rally, and I'm greeted by a house full of teen boys all sporting AC DC t-shirts, amplifiers and guitars!

It seems that today was an early release day from our neighborhood high school and while I was away, our home became the stopping ground for a small band of teen boys, who even as I type this post, are shaking the walls with some serious head banging, mind blowing music.

Yeah baby, rock on!

There's something wild and unfettered about their playing, something raw and profoundly real that taps into my own psychedelic soul. Right now, I need their music to carry me.

Less than 30 minutes ago, we learned that my Father-in law has prostate cancer.

I'm not sure how I'm feeling about that. All around me, the music pulses and pounds and for the moment anyway, I just let the rhythms fill me up.

.....sigh.

My day isn't even half over.

God help us all.