Time out from writing today to make a quick trip into Boston to protest the inhumane treatment of families at the border and elsewhere.
My sign wasn’t quite in keeping with the crowd’s.
One of these protests, I’ll get it right.
Many passionate pleas, including this young man who kept asking if our governor, Charlie Baker, could hear us.
And this young woman told a harrowing piece of personal history — about how her grandmother saved more than 100 Jews and also shot a Dutch collaborator in her living room.
The sight of his fingers and neck repulse me. His sniffing makes my skin crawl. I mostly don’t listen to him speak but when I do I cannot believe how moronic and shallow and disturbed he is. He sounds (and is) impaired.
Did any of you watch his propaganda movie trailer about peace with North Korea? There are no words.
Between the embarrassing G7 and the worrisome Summit with North Korea, there’s hardly outrage left for caged children, a NeoNazi on the Republican ballot in Virginia, the way the assault on reproductive rights is gaining momentum, concerns about GOP disenfranchisement efforts, and Russia’s continued election interference.
The Canadian Parliament unanimously condemned our president with hours of Trump’s departure – highlighting in the most painful way possible the cowardly silence of the Republican Party.
Throw us a bone, courts, and revoke Manafort’s bail on Friday. Please! Something!
A beautiful place to write. Coming inside now though to get out of the glare.
Neighbor’s yard. Even my peonies bloomed this year! After a many year hiatus.
A South Shore walk with my sister in law on Sunday brought vistas like these.
And this one, which makes me laugh. Our garage is pretty comparable.
We planted a new bush out front — a Sweet Bay Magnolia– to block a fairly recently denuded corner.
And look how this new Arbor Vitae nearly completely screens out the neighbor’s car! This is the view out our living room windows, so it matters.
I succumbed to an ad inserted in my Instagram feed. Yikes! What’ll happen next? But look at the sweet solar powered bird bath bubbler I got for under $15. After just a little sun, it shoots up a five or six inch spray.
So many plants thriving, I’ll try not to get too hung up on the climbing hydrangea that died this year (another victim of the black walnut?). Out back, we splurged and planted some decent-sized birches and a lovely large pine. They’re all beautiful and functional as screening and, as it turns out, economical because I no longer feel any urgency about replacing our fence.
Ciao! Off to watch the Belmont Stakes.
Look at that blue! They’re predicting temps in the 80’s for today and — hallelujah — we had the heat on two nights ago.
Finn and I took the long route this morning. I was listening to “Charm City” — a five part podcast about Baltimore policing on The Daily — and Finn was alive with Dog awareness. He didn’t bark at a single other dog. Perhaps the new jerky treats played a role?
My home for the next three and a half days is in Plymouth, Mass. along with between seven and twelve other women, depending on the day. The house sprawls up three floors with bathrooms at every turn, but not surprisingly, the favorite spot for everyone is the east-facing porch.
The day is breezy. Not hot. Not cool. With that briny smell of the Atlantic.
I’ll finish the novel I brought along, cook a few dishes, enjoy conversation, walk on the beach, and if I’m lucky, compete in a couple of rousing games of Scrabble.
This was planned ages ago, but it turns out to be a well-timed respite after: two grueling days of planting trees (more on that later); suffering a minor crisis of confidence from which I have yet to fully emerge; and holding down the fort while K traveled around Asia for twelve days.
To end with a laugh, check out the snack I just set out. I’m calling it: Kitty Litter Surprise. It’s delicious organic pumpkin seeds and almond-coated dates, but oh what an awful presentation!
Enjoy the weekend! I’ll be back with more pictures later.