Thanks, mimi.

He's killing it - talking like he is absolutely NOT throwing in the towel. He's talking about the oligarchy - overturning CU and moving toward public funding of elections. Now, the rigged economy. He's on his talking points.

GO BERNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

getting ready to give her speech against Trump--and maybe endorse FSC.

Is she actually going to do this at Bernie's rally?

Whoa!

(I just heard him speaking, after listening to hear her give a speech.)

Mollie

took the podium from Sanders.

Mollie

Bernie not giving up on us . . .

and had a Eureka moment.

I have an elder-elder mother (96). My parents regarded me as a gift, a smarter-than-the-combination. Some time in my life I got that I was their golden child, my younger sister was a backup. I did fine academically.

Then in grad school, 600+ miles away, my mother called me after my grandmother's funeral, Linda Rondstad playing on my turntable. I was not informed until after gone. I was told that that was I should be studying. The only grandmother living when I was a child. Who did grandmother things. And then arthritic, had a heart attack and went from hospital to nursing home(s) and never walked again and lost her mind, likely tranquilizers for control. I was dragged up, 2 hour drive, to see Grandmother (I may have called her Gramma, yes!) and my mother would walk us into a nursing home of the Lost. Hey, at 14 I could deal, and be kind or ignore the calling wheelchair people, but she was a lost soul and her only child, my mother, found it necessary to do business elsewhere and left us alone with Grandma. Made me feel cluelessly adult.

For several years my grandfather, a deaf near-blind "old timey" man manged to live alone in the homestead and walked the 4-8 blocks daily to visit his wife. He was cipher to me. No speak. Cataract surgery without lens implants then.And stone deaf, my sister and I were mean to his deafness. One day, he stroked out in his empty house, neighbors found him the next day and he died a few days later in the same nursing home as his wife lived in, she and their daughter were there for pneumonia death.

My father drove us up for the funeral etc. I was 14? 15?. He was an odd as well, very stoic would be a kind description. My mother was wrung-out. We (younger sister and I) got the full open casket view. Too hard, too not real, first human death. after one viewing, we avoided, 10 feet back if we could tolerate the funeral parlor room at all.

A special funeral got arranged for Grandma. She would be transported by ambulance to the funeral parlor to see her husband laid out. Awful, awful. I was set with Grandma, who was drugged and demented from nursing home and had trouble getting her mind around that her support man was gone. I had to reassure her that yes, he died. No instructions for me. I could handle that then. And she held his cold casket-enclosed hand through the private service. And the final resting spot was in a marble mausoleum in north central Indiana in Feb. Negative temps with negative vibes.

I have zero memory of the last time I saw Grandma. Blocked, too much data. But now I realize that I am hurt by my mother's second guess about priorities. I used to call her mommy. I think I may have started with mother then. I rage about vested interest that they laid on me. My father had the sense to apologize for leaving my mother but not for what they tried to make me into.

Sorry, cathartic. I will cringe in the morning, but now I feel lighter.