I love this!!!! I laughed so hard at your segue to urinating. And you know that I love that through your quiet acts of kindness, you are breaking down the walls of segregation. Unjust rules are meant to broken-Yours in the Sisterhood of Rule Breaking-Mary
That was the last line I added because I felt I needed a segue.🤣 Growing up with two brothers and raising two sons has taught me it’s okay (and often hilarious) to use potty humor.
Glad to have a partner in the breaking of unjust rules, Mary!
I applaud you! This doesn't surprise me. :) And you made a new friend to boot! I was going to say I probably wouldn't do it but then I remembered something. There were workers painting my house outside one time. One guy really needed to use the bathroom. What was I going to say? He had to go #2. I don't think I would have wanted him to go in the yard. :)
"Yes, I will write about anything". That cracked me up :)
Honestly, though, why not? To me, some of the best writing is writing about people and situations that most of us could never dream up on our own. As they say, 'life is stranger than fiction'.
I 💟 your heart. Keep putting one step in front of the next breaking all the rules you feel good about breaking. I trust your instincts-- pure and loving. I'm with you!
But remember--it’s only because my heart started growing bigger than my self focus some 12 years ago. I’ll have another part to that story coming in a couple of weeks!
Nah. Due to the amount of gun violence in our town (and young people with loaded and hot weapons fleeing police through our property) we recently took a firearms course and received our enhanced carry permits. However, I’ve been practicing crazy kindness long before I was packing. My husband can attest to how many times I would come home with a story that would make him fear for my safety.
The thing is this: I get admonished for putting myself in “unsafe situations” (everyone’s definition of “unsafe” is different). And I get admonished for carrying a weapon to protect myself in “unsafe situations.” I’ll never please everyone, and it’s a good thing I’m not trying to.
I should mention that earlier in the day, she arrived home moments after I did and took notice of this same man and a friend blasting music that pierced the walls of the house like a banshee wail. They had only been there a minute or so and I was ignoring them. She'd had an interesting day and charged out to 'cordially' invite them to turn the music down. I simply smiled, made sure my firearm was handy and that I could see her. They very quickly turned it off and made their way to the parade. I'm sure he didn't recall the interaction in his inebriated state later or he might have reconsidered entering the crazy lady's house. She has a way of cruising the center line that allows for both tense and tender moments in equal measure.
That's a lovely story, Holly -- not so much the urinating part but the nice connection it led to. But I don't understand why the organiser doesn't have to provide portaloos etc. In England, where we love regulations so that we can moan about the people who contravene them, event organisers have to make sure there are toilets, washing facilities etc. I mean, men can generally go anywhere (I can't: I hate using public toilets and I don't like going in public, although I did go in a forest once), but it must be even harder for women. All of this, by the way, is the most incisive thought I've had all day, so please consider yourself honoured. I was also wondering if I could ask you something privately please (nothing terrible!). If so, my email is terry.freedman@gmail.com, although strictly speaking that would be my email anyway.
Thanks for stopping by, Terry, and offering insight into how things are handled across the pond. Most large cities here in the States have more regulations about this sort of thing, but we are a small municipality. The powers that be don’t always put their foot down and require the obvious. It’s a very different world that our former suburbian one.
Feel free to reach out anytime by replying to the email or by emailing me directly at hollyrabalais@gmail.com.
I love this!!!! I laughed so hard at your segue to urinating. And you know that I love that through your quiet acts of kindness, you are breaking down the walls of segregation. Unjust rules are meant to broken-Yours in the Sisterhood of Rule Breaking-Mary
That was the last line I added because I felt I needed a segue.🤣 Growing up with two brothers and raising two sons has taught me it’s okay (and often hilarious) to use potty humor.
Glad to have a partner in the breaking of unjust rules, Mary!
Oh yeah!
I applaud you! This doesn't surprise me. :) And you made a new friend to boot! I was going to say I probably wouldn't do it but then I remembered something. There were workers painting my house outside one time. One guy really needed to use the bathroom. What was I going to say? He had to go #2. I don't think I would have wanted him to go in the yard. :)
Definitely would not have wanted human #2 in the yard!😂
This story is beautiful. I should probably remember it next time I'm tempted to judge people around me ❤️
We are all prone to do that--no matter how hard we try. We can't always control the first thought, but we can choose the second one.
"Yes, I will write about anything". That cracked me up :)
Honestly, though, why not? To me, some of the best writing is writing about people and situations that most of us could never dream up on our own. As they say, 'life is stranger than fiction'.
And my life definitely *is* stranger than fiction!
I 💟 your heart. Keep putting one step in front of the next breaking all the rules you feel good about breaking. I trust your instincts-- pure and loving. I'm with you!
❤️
This was awesome, and good on you for letting him use the bathroom. You got a bigger heart than most of us, Holly!
P.S. Thank you for the signal boost! :)
But remember--it’s only because my heart started growing bigger than my self focus some 12 years ago. I’ll have another part to that story coming in a couple of weeks!
What an unexpectedly beautiful story about urine!
🤣
Interesting. It seems that your "packing" was what allowed you to be kind in this situation.
Nah. Due to the amount of gun violence in our town (and young people with loaded and hot weapons fleeing police through our property) we recently took a firearms course and received our enhanced carry permits. However, I’ve been practicing crazy kindness long before I was packing. My husband can attest to how many times I would come home with a story that would make him fear for my safety.
The thing is this: I get admonished for putting myself in “unsafe situations” (everyone’s definition of “unsafe” is different). And I get admonished for carrying a weapon to protect myself in “unsafe situations.” I’ll never please everyone, and it’s a good thing I’m not trying to.
I should mention that earlier in the day, she arrived home moments after I did and took notice of this same man and a friend blasting music that pierced the walls of the house like a banshee wail. They had only been there a minute or so and I was ignoring them. She'd had an interesting day and charged out to 'cordially' invite them to turn the music down. I simply smiled, made sure my firearm was handy and that I could see her. They very quickly turned it off and made their way to the parade. I'm sure he didn't recall the interaction in his inebriated state later or he might have reconsidered entering the crazy lady's house. She has a way of cruising the center line that allows for both tense and tender moments in equal measure.
That's a lovely story, Holly -- not so much the urinating part but the nice connection it led to. But I don't understand why the organiser doesn't have to provide portaloos etc. In England, where we love regulations so that we can moan about the people who contravene them, event organisers have to make sure there are toilets, washing facilities etc. I mean, men can generally go anywhere (I can't: I hate using public toilets and I don't like going in public, although I did go in a forest once), but it must be even harder for women. All of this, by the way, is the most incisive thought I've had all day, so please consider yourself honoured. I was also wondering if I could ask you something privately please (nothing terrible!). If so, my email is terry.freedman@gmail.com, although strictly speaking that would be my email anyway.
Thanks for stopping by, Terry, and offering insight into how things are handled across the pond. Most large cities here in the States have more regulations about this sort of thing, but we are a small municipality. The powers that be don’t always put their foot down and require the obvious. It’s a very different world that our former suburbian one.
Feel free to reach out anytime by replying to the email or by emailing me directly at hollyrabalais@gmail.com.
For my writing? I don’t.