On this particular day, I can write that I am happy for these reasons: I participated in this morning's 2019 Women's March. I am living in downtown Houston. I was delighted to share this day with a friend who brings creative thought to so many topics on which we can build and manifest our aspirations. Sounds heady, doesn't it? It was/is.
The first thing Susan said when she arrived at my place at 9:15 this morning, "I don't want to go to the march. Do you?"
"Not really," I said.
This morning's cold wind was daunting, especially as we walked passed One Shell Plaza through a sort of wind tunnel. We paused several times to brace ourselves against this gusting wind with hopes of maintaining balance. Because it was not yet 10:00 and no crowd had coalesced in front of City Hall, we opted to warm up at the downtown library. I would not have missed this experience. Library doors opened exactly at 10:00 and the first to enter were several dozen men carrying backpacks or roller bags, many with blankets wrapped over their shoulders. We were at the library with the cold and homeless.
I was struck by cordiality of the staff. Each person was greeted, "Come on in and warm up." Really. Library employees preside over a public space, and they have made it a welcoming place. I know from long experience that librarians are decidedly pleasant and always helpful. This was my third visit to the library in a week's time and I've learned they are also open to serving those without shelter. Susan spoke to the 'greeter' who said, "I love my job. " Kudos to the library.
Our feet began to feel the cold and we did indeed leave the proceeding early, walking back to Main Street and all the way to my place. Made a decision to have brunch/lunch at Weights and Measures.