Well, I sort of have 7 volunteers for tonight, so they gave us a space at the Twilight Criterium, which then becomes a need for more volunteers. Laura the intern and I were there from 6 to 10 last night and we sold $35 in raffle tickets. I could have written a check for that much and stayed home. Although maybe the publicity about the bike ride is worth something too. I had some feedback that a) the ride was on a weekend that was too busy (too many other rides, we should move it to June) and b) it should be round-trip, with rides of varying lengths, which I had also thought. So maybe no one will sign up. Two people have. This wasn't my idea; I am just helping--it was given to me the way it is and I don't know enough about bike rides to have said, "we need to change it."

Ray and I were home for a couple hours in the afternoon. He went to sleep and I had to go without him. I called my parents as I was heading out and my Mom said my Dad is really sick: diarrhea and vomiting; he thinks it's the flu. I hate to think of her trying to take care of him or clean up after him; it's just physically too hard for her. And I sure hope she doesn't get it. I meant to call again later, but it was 9:30 and I didn't want to wake her. This is why I would like them to be in a place like Talmadge Terrace; I would worry less and have less of an obligation. Now I need to go over there early this morning (how early?) and make sure everything is all right. I am not sure my Mom can even call me on the cell phone.

I was supposed to see a show at Town and Gown and go to the homecoming picnic today, plus a couple of other things. There is the farmers' market and there was a protest of the new anti-immigration law. How can people be so hateful? The young intern who was sitting with me said, "if they are illegal, they shouldn't be allowed to go to school." I said, "when your ancestors came, there probably was no such thing as legal or illegal." It seems so un-American to me to be against anyone coming in to this country. She had all sorts of stories that the immigrants in Arizona were doing criminal acts, stealing from farmers who had to patrol with guns, which is why they had to pass that law. Funny, that's not what I heard...Oh, it's so hopeless. If I can't even talk to one quasi-sympathetic young woman, how can we ever change things?

The weather is gorgeous, the garden is doing well, and I want to bake some things and clean my house. Instead, I will go sit at a table for 10 hours, trying to sell raffle tickets for a bike, talk about the race in three weeks, and be friendly.