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.

Love...Ms. Moon

10 comments:

  1. The heat and humidity have settled in here in Illinois, too. That, going into the third year with no budget, the rumblings of a 32% tax hike, his Cheetoness acting like an eight-year-old (my apologies to eight-year-olds!), and missing my Mama like crazy on what should have been her 83rd birthday tomorrow, I'd prefer to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head. Even the coolness of a lake and shade trees aren't on my radar this year....

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    1. Hang on, sweetie. Hang on. I know your mama would have wanted you to. Sometimes things just become too much, don't they?

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  2. july 4 is not my holiday either, although my niece and her bf have invited us to bbq with them and we will go. I'm in a deep funk for no easily discernible reason but i love you madly.

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    1. I love you madly, too, you sweet, good woman!

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  3. The fourth is my least favorite holiday. I will go to my studio and close the door. There really is nothing to celebrate. Stay cool , dear Mary! The temperature up here mid day is 64, come up , I have room for you!

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    1. 64! I'd have to go into a meat locker to feel that right now. Sounds divine. Enjoy your studio and your quiet.

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  4. hot hot hot here and oh so humid but I did go out at 7 PM for the dog walk which is sometimes brisk and sometimes lollygagging. not celebrating this year either. why would I want to celebrate what has become of a once kinder and open nation.

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    1. I know. I am spending the day thinking of far off course this country has become and mourning that.
      And staying out of the heat.

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  5. I'm feeling the same about the 4th this year. I've been wondering if England would take us back.

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    1. England's having enough problems and probably don't want us back in the least. Who would? Who on this earth would?

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