The downpours started just as I pulled away from my sister’s apartment in Salem yesterday afternoon. There were times when the wipers couldn’t keep up. Traffic was stop and go much of the way and it took more than an hour and a half to get home. I collapsed on the couch and had popcorn for dinner. Later: an apple and cheese.
Those wipers: not being able to keep up is how most of us feel about the news these days, I think. The thought of attending a candlelight vigil tonight makes me want to crawl under the covers. Somebody will go. Lots of somebodies, I hope. Not me this time.
No matter how many republican condemnations are issued, I don’t expect any real change until after the midterm elections. Let’s just hope those elections aren’t tainted by OUR ADVERSARY, Russia. I’m sure you know for whom the emphasis is intended.
Travel means coming home and I’m lucky enough to have a home I love to return to. My neighbor watered the new plantings well and the recently laid sod continues to hold up.
It took me three days to open my laptop, but I am back now. “Jumping the Broom” and “Moses and Migraines” getting polished today.
Thank you for alerting me to the vigils … I will go tonight and take you with me in spirit
Thank you! I’m ready for “taking to the streets” tomorrow mean my town center. And all the town centers.
I’ve been away working on a drawing to show tomorrow and neglecting my favorite blogs. Hard to return from a high place to the low hum of disaster in our daily news. None the less, your home is still a welcome land and don’t hesitate to spend time in retreat from the madness. Only so much trauma can be processed. Sending love.
Sending love back. Look forward to seeing your drawing and catching up on your posts!
Welcome home Dee.
What worlds to swing between! Love to you in these times. xo
Thanks so much Nancy. And to you 💕
the great thing about going on holiday is returning home