Spring Waxing Seed Moon
I’ve been working with the Sierra Club for a while now and I’m constantly amazed at how much more these folks know about politics than I do. I’ve begun to realize that I never shepherded legislation though the legislative process or worked on the ground in a modern political campaign. I’m a rabble rouser, an agitator, a motivator and an organizer, but political process has never been my strength. And all along I thought it was.
So the uphill curve has found me panting along behind, running hard to keep up. At times, like tonight, I’ve felt out of my depth, just not up to the task. In fact I’ve taken the risk, jumped in and tried to stay afloat. I’ve not got the total package going on as yet, but I can get there. A good lesson in humility.
Tonight will be the last night of meds, the penicillin will run out Friday at noon and I believe the infection will be on its last legs, even if they could take awhile to go down. Yeah.
Lunch tomorrow with Bill Schmidt, talking nuclear power.
