The Total Femme

This past weekend, Tex and I were I Provincetown, shutting down our winter rental, soaking up the love, seeing friends, attending the most generative and fabulous Al-Anon meeting ever, and just enjoying the delicious, queer, layered, complicated marvel that is our one of our favorite places in the world. Sunday morning, early, I hied me off on my usual walk down to the Moors and back, and when I turned onto Commercial, I saw a duck walking ahead of me, obviously in distress. Rather quickly, the following sequence of events went down: I caught the eye of a man who’d just parked his car on his way to walk his dog, and we agreed things weren’t right with the duck. He called the cops and I followed the duck. A tradeswoman on her way to work stopped her car in the middle of the street, deftly enacted duck rescue by putting a blanket over it and settling it in a shopping bag, then the two of us chatted about Ptown’s version of Town and Gown (year-rounders and we-just-want-to-be-on-vacation-and-don’t-care-ers) until a young police sergeant showed up to relieve us of the duck and take it to a wildlife rescue place.

I don’t know the statistics, but I’m pretty sure most wildlife injuries and deaths are the fault of humans. We owe it to the world’s creatures – and to ourselves! – to do all we can to help them, from working to abolish corrupt systems and practices locally and globally to responding to individual emergencies wherever we may happen to be.

I don’t know where the young police officer took that merganser (Tex helped me identify the duck when I got home), but Friends of Cape Wildlife is a hub of information for wildlife rescue, and it gets one pingy-dingy! Thank you, thank you! I am incredibly grateful to your dedication and hard work on behalf of all the denizens of the wild Cape.

https://www.friendsofcapewildlife.org/

I’m a typewriter whompin’, card catalogue lovin’ white girl from back in the day, and I yearn for a time before the covers of trade paperbacks were all squidgy, so you can imagine that I don’t actually understand what a pingback is. I do know that it can in some way be part of spreading the love, and since that’s what I’m all about at The Total Femme… every Wednesday, I pay homage to the laughter, love, and inspiration to be had elsewhere online.

At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday and Femme Friday on Friday. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”)