I�sit at my desk

inside a glitter globe

someone shakes it�

thank you

Sparks of light spin around me

whispering secrets�

while I sit

and write

My disgust has hit the debt ceiling and it hurts.� Mitch McConnell is only worried about what a financial crisis will do to his Republican party,�no where does he say anything about the American people in his so-called compromise.� Please hold out, President Obama — no deal without�phasing out�all the tax cuts the Republicans passed under the stolen eight years of the Bush presidency.� I didn’t hear Republicans whining then, making threats about bringing our country to its knees.� Where were you then, tea party?� I would have steeped a tea bag with you.� But not anymore.� You’re too late and too�stupid.��Yes, I said stupid. . .� Oh, you don’t think the cuts will affect you, your children, your parents, your friends?����

Right you are.� �

I read “Vinegar Hill” today, a novel by A. Manette Ansay.� I’ve never read a book when at the turn of every page I wanted to throw it against the wall, burn it, pitch it into the street but couldn’t because I was in such a rage my hands were paralyzed to release it from my grip.� I can hardly draw in a breath, hours later.��I can’t get the characters out of my heart.� Or my head.� Or my eyes.�

Do I recommend it?� Hell yeah!�

Terrible 3 alarm fire this afternoon in an historic building in Hillcrest, a block from where I live.� Many people have lost their homes and several businesses are destroyed.� A sad day indeed.� Donate to the Red Cross - they are�assisting the people who have been burned out of their homes.� �

It was a humid day in San Diego, my clothes stuck to my body like plastic wrap.� The day reminded me of my grandmother and then I longed for one of her tall, sweating ice cold glasses of sweet tea.���

** JULY 3: Happy Birthday brother Randy. You enrich my life immeasurably.

And Croquet at Redwood Circle followed by Rook at Ann and Nancy’s. Doesn’t get any better than that!

** July 4: Thanks Susan Fosselman for hosting a jubilant July 4th barbecue and party. I got to celebrate with friends and also meet a new batch of your neighbors and friends. Your laugh is righteous, Susan! HU AH!

There are times when time has no meaning, when it makes its point easily — everything happens at once — I had such a time this afternoon, rare but always praised.

Vision to See
Faith to Believe
Courage to Do

– from the LA train station sundial

I had a deep massage today.� My forehead and cheeks were�pressed hard against the padding around the oval opening at the head of the massage table.� When my masseur�worked his thumbs into the back of my knees, I dripped tears through the oval opening onto the floor.

The split second memory that dropped my tears got away from me but I’ll get it back.� ���

I heard today that Mom recently “got into” a movie with Jodie Foster, talking when Jodie talked and getting very excited when she came on the screen.� The hospice volunteer couldn’t remember the name of the movie.� But I think I know which one it is.�