The hounds of love . . .
Monday, July 7, 2025. It's the Moon's day … Easy Southerlies are to bring another Okieland hot summer day to TulseyTown today. A few clouds and low 90's with enough humidity to push the indices up another 7 degrees by mid afternoon.
We’re not anyone in particular. Every moment, in response to the conditions in front of us, another person, the sky, the flowers, we are created again. That’s who we are: our relationship to everyone and everything in this moment. – Norman Fischer
Dates
Painter Marc Chagall was born in 1887, now in Belarus. Science fiction author Robert A. Heinlein was born in 1907, Butler, Missouri. And, historian and narrator David McCullough was born in 1933, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
The flotsam and jetsam in the eddies of the Watercourse are growing ever more ugly as Trump's police state takes hold of the nation.
Robert Reich outlines changes coming sooner than later. Joyce Vance offers a view of The Week Ahead, in Civil Discourse.
Do what you can to support the ACLU, Common Cause, PBS/NPR, and other anti-disinformation organizations. Keep an eye on the impact Big Ugly has to your personal well-being, food budget and the like and let your representatives know about difficulties.
The trees! In the trees!
– for Vincent...and Kate Bush
What moulting is to birds, humans experience
hard times. This period of moulting can
last a good while, even beyond
recoverable.
Not to be done in public, this
rarely lends to cheerful entertainment
or socially appropriate
smiles.
It is possible to emerge renewed
but between then and then it's rather
a matter of making oneself
scarce.
I've taken VanGogh's path to an active
melancholy rebelling against the fork at yesterday's road
signpost that read “This way to stagnant
despair.”
While there are heavy clouds this morning
and the weatherfeather sees more rain methinks
East winds blow hope and aspiration into the leaves
of those trees.
— jab