There's Dearie and I am thinking he's a he. He and his siblings and mother and Aunt Violet and Cousin Dr. Pansaloony were outside in the desperately-needing-cutting stuff we call a lawn around here. It's green so who cares? It's a little surprising that it's still green because it is wicked hot and we are now dry. But weeds are hardier than actual grass, I guess, and the chickens seem to like picking through it. I am sure they find lots of bugs to munch on.
I did not go to town today. When I woke up I realized that I truly didn't need to. I have stuff in the freezer that I can make a casserole with to send to the island and that's really what the men need. Something they can nuke because the stove hasn't been installed yet. They do have a grill and plan on cooking some chicken maybe, some fish for sure. So after the realization that I didn't have to leave Lloyd, I felt like I had discovered a day off which was lovely. I hung laundry and then went and picked the garden.
This would all be so entertaining if it wasn't so fucking scary. People's lives have been turned upside down and absolutely ruined because of the accusations FFF made about them. His minions believed him and two women who gave their testimony today, Ruby Freeman and her daughter, Wandrea Moss, broke me with their stories of how the death threats and racial epithets and hateful messages they've received have made them afraid for their very lives.
You know what else I can't believe?
"How can you stand working in this heat?" I ask him.
"Aw, it's in the shade," he says. It's also about 96 degrees in the shade.
It is the summer solstice.