Quarantine Diary #150 8/11/2020 Taking a Break

I’m depressed. How about you?  I’m not the kind of depressed where I should call a doctor. I’m more “Michelle Obama depressed.”  Things feel stuck, wrong, and getting worse. There’s the pandemic and the feeble, chaotic response to it. There’s racial strife. When, if ever, will the police police themselves? Teachers and kids are being thrown back into schools like spaghetti thrown against a wall - to see who will stick? There’s the angry self-entitled idiocy of too many people. There’s the unfathomable  arrogance of folks who have remarkably few accomplishments and the helplessness of folks who do have heart and skills.

Also, although my knee is getting better, it is a slow process and I haven’t been on a walk or bike ride in three weeks.

(Pix is Shirley Temple as Heidi encouraging Clara to stand up from her wheelchair.)

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So here’s the thing.

I will be writing less in the next few weeks. I’m working on some other projects. It’s August. How many ways are there to say this period of time is tedious at best, often quite awful, and lasting far too long?

If I think of something new and helpful to say, I will say it. If you ask an interesting question I will try to respond. You can write respond to this posting or in the Contact section. 

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Meantime. Wasn’t that a storm yesterday? Len and I put outdoor things in our garage. We didn’t sit in the corner of the house where the neighbor’s tree will someday fall - the first half fell a year ago missing our house by at least four feet. We charged our phones and texted friends and watched our phones and the sky.

Then the storm went south of us so nothing in particular happened around here. I think those of you in Racine had a rougher ride.

My kids in Chicago sent these photos from their neighborhoods.

The new kitten watched a movie wnhile the storm blew through.  It's his fave 9-hour movie of birds eating seeds.