I’ve spent the major part of the past couple of weeks cocooned, mostly reading book after book after book. I’ve been healing from my tear duct procedure, and ultimately it is healing well, but I’ve had some (ahem) unpleasant side-effects from the medications, and possibly from the anesthesia. Let’s just say that it has been digestive-tract related and leave it at that. (Also: Ugh). I’ll head in this Monday for my post-op check and I anticipate it’ll be a short visit after a long drive.
But these past couple of weeks have profoundly shaken me in terms of this horrific *president and his despicable administration regime. The children locked in cages, separated from their parents, with no plans for reunification, is bottom-feeder cruelty. It’s a steel-toed boot punch to the gut. It is vivid to me how it would feel, having your child ripped away from you, or being the child ripped away from Mom and Dad, and my rage is off the charts. I don’t believe that trump, or his supporters, or the so-called party that enables him have the brain cells or the heart cells or the human cells to feel anything but their unsuppressed racism and hatred of “others.” To them, the brown-skinned people and their children desperate to escape the violent horrors of their homelands are not human. The *president himself calls them “infestations.” And in the meantime, undocumented (“illegal!”) Russian women are allowed into the country to birth their babies to establish citizenship, called Birth Tourism. Yes, that’s really a thing. No, it’s not fake news. “Anchor babies” anyone?
And now this monster gets to select another Supreme Court justice, as approved by the radical right-wing Federalist Society. You’ll see the ultimate nominee obfuscate and decline to answer pointed questions during confirmation hearings, but they are on the list because they believe immigrants are animals; because they believe that Brown vs. Board of Education was a mistake; because they believe brown/black-skinned people should not have the right to vote; because they believe that women should not have reproductive rights; because they believe that there should not be affordable health care for all; because they believe that gay people should not be allowed to marry or serve in the military.
I hate trump with every fiber of my being.
Our 4th of July was weird, although it did end on a high note. It fell on a Wednesday, which is weird enough. No plans this year (which was fine), but then our power went out around noon and didn’t come back on again until 7pm. Apparently a vehicle hit a power pole on the mainland side of the bridge and knocked it into the wires; the entire island and surrounding areas were out of power that whole time. It had to have ruined many family get-togethers! Our whole-house generator once again came to the rescue, and everything was up and running OK, except we had no internet. (Then, duh!, I remembered my iPhone “hotspot” feature and plugged it into my laptop and voilà! S-l-o-w, though). It was also a super-cloudy but humid/warm day. It got up to 80° but looking out the window you would have sworn it was only 42°. It was ugly and oppressive. Much like the political climate.
But then our neighbors (who had a bunch of folks over—not sure how they managed the power outage because I never heard their generator—put on one hell of a fireworks show! It was amazing to watch from our deck! Spectacular!! Right up there with a professional show.
We’re gearing up to prepare for a big family/cousins shindig at our house a week from today! (Gonna be a busy week!) Lots of cleaning to do, that’s for sure. A few food stuffs to make (but I’ve already made lasagnas and they are currently freezing). Nate, Sandra, and QUINN arrive Friday! I’ve also stocked up on some new toys for the little guy. He’ll be 10 months old this month! Blows my mind.
One of my REQUIREMENTS for this summer was to get the pathway to the beach much easier to navigate. That meant utilizing the gully as part of the path, which makes so much sense because it ends right at the beach! But, it was clogged with scotch broom and stickery vines, and a big charred chunk of a long-ago burnt out stump, and also kayaks. So I ventured down to pull scotch broom, at least the ones that weren’t 2-inch stalks. THOSE are impossible to pull; they required loppers, which John eventually came down and attacked. I couldn’t believe how much of that godawful scotch broom had taken over; it was overwhelming. I pulled a LOT, along with a ton of other bushy weeds, then cleared off the log steps to the beach itself. They were also clogged with weeds and grasses and madrona suckers and even BABY FIR TREES!! John disposed of the charred stump and moved the kayaks up beneath the house. The path is now clear! It’s slopey (but not terrible), and requires grippy-soled shoes to get to the gully, but it’s no longer obstructed and frightening. Eventually John said he would install a few gentle steps (railroad ties?) down to the gully, but that won’t happen in time for company. The biggest challenge now is that it’s Madrona leaf-falling season—it seriously looks like October out there! Everything is carpeted with those leaves, and they are slick to walk on. But it’s a relief, and even joyful, to peer down from the deck and actually SEE the gully!
I just may head to the beach!