We went to Apalachicola and I did not watch one moment of the goings-on in the capital. I watched August. I sat in the back seat with him all the way there and back and we played Mermer-baby games and had lots of laughs and then we had lunch and August considered perhaps eating a steamed oyster but he made do with crackers and shrimp instead.
It was a good day although I felt devastated and flat and sad and scared. But being with that little boy helped and here he is in a field of flamingo yard ornaments which made him very happy.
Even as all of this was going on, this joy and life and color and light, I was checking my phone to see what carnage had already taken place.
"Mama," said Jessie, "Stop it."
I couldn't help it.
This is the view from the little kid park a few blocks down from our property.
It is beautiful. My life is beautiful. My children are beautiful, my grandchildren are beautiful, my husband and his love for me are beautiful.
They are singing at the church next door which seems to be their worship. The windows are open and it is beautiful.
I have nothing more to say right now.
And that's enough.