To cap a particularly crappy week in a crappy year, Ruth Bader Ginsberg died Friday.
I has started the day hoping to complete this week by breathing air outside today, preferably on a paddle board at the local lake, now that the air advisory had gone from purple to orange, and was forecasted green soon. But how can one enjoy that in a world without the notorious RBG?
As Dwayne often points out, life can be more “ands” than “ors”.
Ruth has certainly more than earned a rest, and if the wrong person died (#NotWishingMcConnellManyHappyReturns), then Goddess needs to deal with it. But for now, all I could do was wear my “You Can’t Spell Truth without RUTH” t-shirt, and take her paddleboarding with me 4 times in 3 days.
Dwayne and Wes joined me for our inaugural paddling–a HUGE gift from Dwayne to celebrate his birthday. I have been longing for a SUP (Stand Up Paddleboard) even before my first rental of one, and even more this summer when we found ourselves camping my beautiful, paddle-worthy lakes.
Kyla joined Dwayne and I later that weekend on the slough for a very late evening adventure, and I also went another time with Dwayne, and a separate time with two good friends that weekend. And with Ruth. Ruth, not even smelling too bad by Sunday joined me each time.
RIP RBG
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