Saturday dawns
The political news from Iran is encouraging, positive, hopeful. People do not like to be bullied by government. There is no reason why we cannot and every reason why we can and should be friends with Persians, the people of Iran. And the people of Russia. And the people of China. Ordinary people, for the most part, want to abide peaceably with others, if apart from; it is governments that are evil, populated with controlling evil ones, especially religious governments with their certainties and mandated morality.
The political situation in America is beyond alarming. This week's political news from England is not surprising. Brexit was discouraging and shameful. Sunday's election in France seems predictable. The rightist and leftist political shifts have been foreseeable, inevitable; people wanting change because people fear outsiders flooding in and bringing chaos and violence to cultural order, which has been happening throughout Europe in consequence of their trying to be welcoming. Germany especially, with their oppressively heavy conscience of the Third Reich and the Holocaust, tries especially hard to be welcoming, and it is, predictably, backfiring politically.
It may be that none of that is my concern, but the hatreds and divisions that are spreading in our part of the world are cause for everyone's concern. So, it is indeed my business as a living human being.
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Saturday morning: what? It's too hot to walk next door to the Farmers Market, even for the small yellow crookneck squash that Linda prepares to be so exquisitely delicious, our outing there last Saturday was an oppressively hot and humid killer for a couple of late octogenarians!
And the bugs! on Thursday's walk in the rooftop garden I was plagued with gnats swarming my eyes and ears and face, still working with eyewash to flush gnats out from under my eyelids. Stay inside today, or only walk up here on Level 7 above the insects. We were unwittingly fortunate ten years ago in buying 7H instead of one of the lower level condos; although some summer evenings we watch swarms of dragonflies darting about, we've had no gnats, flies, mosquitoes up here, an ongoing surprise and delight.
Tomorrow: Sunday. I'm still working into my wilderness journey, but we plan to be back in our own church for one service or the other. We've been affiliated with HNEC since summer 1955 and that's not likely to change.
Upcoming: Linda's birthday this week so a trip to Apalachicola to enjoy visit shop eat reminisce and participate in a different flavor of peace. We need it once or twice a year, twice is best! Our last visit was October 2023, now July 2024, every ten months or so is good better best.
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Saturday: recess into my own thoughts, still trying to figure me out.
RSF&PTL ANYWAY
T88&C
Scroll down: part of an essay I appreciated about my favorite way of life, procrastination, which, finding myself moving - - not sinking, not sliding, just moving - - deeper and deeper into extreme old age, I can do as I DWP, nomesane? My friends, life is short, and we haven't much Time, and I'm not going to use it doing things I don't want to do, they can wait.
AN ANTIDOTE TO THE CULT OF SELF-DISCIPLINE
A new novel sees procrastination as one of the last bastions of the creative mind.