Today is Sunday. We usually go to church on Sunday. But not today. Because, you see, there is this “Letter” that was to be read from the pulpit in all California congregations. Here’s the text of the last paragraph:
“We ask that you do all you can to support the proposed constitutional amendment by donating all of your means and time to assure that marriage in California is legally defined as being between a man and a woman. Our best efforts are required to preserve the sacred institution of marriage.”
Uh, no, thanks, as for me and my house, we will NOT be participating. Please see the large sign to that effect in our front window.
Just as we did NOT participate in the battle over Prop 22 8 years ago. I walked out of meetings when this agenda was discussed over Prop 22, we resigned our callings and stopped going to church for several months. I recently walked out of another meeting. I wish I could eloquently express how strongly we feel about this.
I will say this. I work in a family law practice. We do dissolutions, juvenile dependency and guardianships. I could tell you stories that would make the hair stand up on the back of your neck how straight people have trashed the, “sacred institution of marriage.” Trust me, the gay and lesbian population couldn’t do a worse job if they tried. I’ve yet to have anyone explain to me how my marriage, or anyone else’s for that matter, will be harmed in any way if my dear friends who have been together for almost 20 years are allowed equal rights under the law for their relationship. It’s fear mongering at the most basic level and I hate it.
We discussed walking out of the meeting today. As I said, we’ve done it before. Instead, my dear husband suggested that we simply opt out of the craziness and go over the hill to Gizdich Farms. It’s an apple orchard and berry patch in Watsonville. We went “the back way” through the oaks and reservoirs and ranches. Then, through vineyards, Uvas canyon and into the redwoods. Over Mt. Madonna and down into the coastal plain. We’ve taken the kids there for years for apples (apple butter – how’d you guess?), strawberries, ollaberries, apple cider and pies in the summer and pumpkins in the fall. We had a piece of strawberry rhubarb pie with ice cream.
This seemed like a much better way to spend our day.
Then, to Santa Cruz and Betty’s Burgers! When you go off the rails, you might as well go all the way. They have a fabulous veggie burger called “Tracks in the Grass” and to die for thin, crispy fries. I meant to snap a photo, but when they came, I just dove right in! We rarely do this kind of thing and I think I was just giddy!
There were even pugs to be seen on the outside patio!
Into town and Chef Works for jam supplies (labels and a jelly strainer contraption) and then home. All the while listening to A Prairie Home Companion and City Arts and Lectures. We raged against the injustice, laughed and kissed and held hands and made crazy parking decisions. We had a great day.
We will follow our consciences on this as we did before. We aren’t sure just what this will entail this time, that remains to be seen.