Monday, July 3, 2017
The Heat Is On
Heat sky. With Johnny Appleseed through the trees if you look closely.
God, it is hot. My walk was slow and torturous. It is mind-out-of-body or nothing and then when I get home and stop walking, I feel like I might die.
I never do though, do I?
We're going to the river today. Hank made a shout-out on Facebook and I know for sure that Lily and I are going, kids too. I hope the yellow flies aren't biting. I'll take the Deet.
I also hope that everyone in Jefferson County isn't there, taking up all the shady areas and being all Fourth of Julyish.
I have no desire to celebrate that particular holiday this year. Not that it's ever a big date on my calendar. But right now, the way the country is, I'd just as soon sleep through it. The hatred and violence, the slow but steady taking away of freedoms, the leaving of the most vulnerable among us even more so, the travel ban, the never-resolved horror-filled and shameful history of our treatment of the descendants of those who were brought here in chains to do the labor that built and fed the country, the white supremacists who are in a position to form the policies of our government, the degrading of our natural and planetary resources and the threat of complete annihilation of our earth-home...the list goes on.
I wouldn't mind eating a hotdog, though, to be truthful.
I doubt I will.
But I will dive into the cold river and no matter who is there, it will be as always, a holy experience.