It has been a mindful day.
Chores were done.
Some weeds have been pulled, and admired for their tenacity. The tiny backyard lagoon has been cleaned and listened to. The vacuuming and dish-washing has been finished and meditated over. Janie cooked and I devoured it with glee.
It rained usefully. The gutters generally performed well, though one downspout commands attention.
Governor Andy reported and twelve Kentuckians lost to covid-19 are mourned. Our green light is shining.
Pretty exciting stuff, huh?
Now I sit in the library with dusty books and bright, insistent screens. The windows are open to the petrichor and the evening sounds.
One of those bright screens is showing the Democratic Party’s Convention.
The roll call’s a snooze, though Kentucky’s Colman Eldridge was quite moving. Presidents Clinton and Carter are ill-served by this virtual format.
But the keynote speech…
It was parade of young Democratic leaders; a rainbow of races and genders, and a symphony of accents. It sparked a covid-tamped curiosity back to life. This show of diversity reminded me of a hippie innocence that once believed all could be made right and fair and equal for all.
These young people could convince me again.
Pretty exciting stuff…