chambers brothers and stuff

So there’s this, in terms of what’s real right now. Today.

Unions at the hospital where I support three folks as a job coach are going out on strike next week. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. My work schedule there is Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. There will be picket lines. I spoke to a woman union organizer the other day, and a couple of the men preparing to strike yesterday. I met with my boss later yesterday and said I wasn’t going to cross a picket line, she’d need to find coverage. She’s young and who knows what she thinks, but she said she’d cover the shifts.

I can barely afford to lose three days pay with the way things are in my what’s real right now life today. I told a guy at a coffee shop later I was going to pull out from the closet all my blank canvases and tubes of acrylic paint and brushes – on my all-of-a-sudden three days off – and paint like crazy, singing and dancing, hopefully to sell something and attract some of that lost money back. That would be nice. If I don’t, that’s cool.

I know how lucky I am just to wake up in the morning. And how lucky I am offered an invitation to honor other people’s stuff. The end of next week I’ll be the recess kid with paint all over the place.