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.