The Middle Finger

The national call for impeachment protest was held yesterday, Saturday, June 15th, maybe in honor of the Dump's birthday.

"Happy Birthday, Asshole! 

You're FIRED!"

We had maybe 100 people at the one I attended. We marched with our signs and bullhorns up to a busy round-about intersection and waved and smiled at everyone.  Drivers honked, waved, gave thumbs up, and hung out their windows and cheered us on. It was such a happy event.

Well...for most. A very small percent of the drivers remained stone-faced, staring straight forward like they couldn't see us. I wondered if they were worried they'd get in a fender-bender from all the distraction, but I think more likely Trumptards. A smaller percentage gave us thumbs down or shook their heads. This only motivated us to cheer louder and wave harder. We ARE a happy bunch.

One person with signs on her car drove down the street, around the block, through the round-about again and again and again giving us the thumbs down with patriotic music blaring as an expression of her opposition. It was kind of funny.

"Oh, here she comes again!" And we'd all start cheering louder, waving harder, and smiling bigger.

One long-haired, white-headed, bushy-bearded, cowboy hat-wearing, old fart in a gigantic, gas-guzzling bright red pick up flipped us off and held it for the duration of his painful drive past the line of protesters. That was the highlight of my day. That made me feel like I made a difference, that all our noise was heard. I did worry he might have a gun. He looked like a brainless, gun-toting, single-minded conservative who mocks authority, discriminates against anyone not like him, and disrespects women, much like his leader. I shared with those around me if we see his bright red truck coming around again we should dive for cover. He didn't return.

It was a glorious day.

Oh, I got lots of complements on my signs. A couple people said, "Are you the one with the painted umbrellas?" I've made a name for myself in the protest community.

I am proud. I am Democrat. Hear me roar.

This sign wins the award for the day. I didn't quite understand it, but I liked her panache or just bold, flagrant use of the term "blow job" out in public. I laughed and then wondered, why would giving Dump a blow job allows us to impeach? Obviously others were as confused because she added the names Mitch and Lindsay to the side - ah ha! This is directed to the Republicans who continue to allow the bad behavior of this presidunce pig.

Raccoon Babies

Here are my baby pictures! Unfortunately, my zoom is lousy so I couldn't get much better close ups. They are so cute! Fluffy. Every time I go out to water the garden she comes out and we stare at each other. I walked around the house and came back in from the other side to take photos. Mama took them on a walk around the shed twice. At one point she climbed the fence and chattered to them from above. They tried to climb up to her but couldn't. It was so fun to watch them jump and play.

This one might have been the best photo if my flash didn't go off!?

This one she kept having problems with. He was always late, behind the others.
Finally she grabbed him and scolded him. HAHAHA

The next day they went on an excursion beyond the shed to the closest garden. They discovered my thyme and enjoyed themselves rolling and romping in it. They played with flowers. Then they went back to where I left the plastic container of water and put their little hands in it. One of them jumped in and walked around. They had so much fun.

I find instead of watching movies at night I watch them. Much more entertaining!

UPDATE: They are GONE! At first I was in a panic seeing the uneaten plate of food and prayed no one trapped the mama and the babies were still under the shed. The last time I saw them they were wrestling and running all over the garden. Where are they? I got online and learned that raccoons will have their babies in crawlspaces, chimneys, and...under sheds, but then when the babies become rambunctious and active at around 8 weeks, she moves them to another den. Probably out in the woods or the field beyond. I found a video online to see what 8 week old babies look like, and they look exactly like my babies. So they are gone. Perhaps they will come back to raid my fruit trees at the end of summer. I hope so. I miss them. I was depressed for days...