Horrible News Week
This week has been one where I’ve been royally challenged by all the depressing news: the Supremes’ Ruling to allow gerrymandering to proceed is a major blow to free elections; the horrific stories of migrant kids in concentration camps being denied medical care, soap, toothbrushes, outdoor exercise, etc.; Pelosi’s caving to Mitch (once again) by passing a bloated border funding bill without any stipulations on the care of caged kids. I felt a little more hopeful after attending today’s Portland rally protesting the inhumane treatment of migrant families. Here’s a photo from the action.
Women’s Soccer
This afternoon the spectacular US Women’s soccer team will play France in the playoffs. With French temps breaking heat records and today’s temps predicted to hit 113, how will the players avoid heat strokes? I love the US’ star player, Megan Rapinoe for her amazing athleticism and for her comment on a potential White House invite: “I’m not going to the f—— White House.”
My City Garden
With the world in chaos a small patch of beauty, like my city garden, goes a long way to soothe my soul. The proud flowers bring a smile to my face and to those who pass by. Here’s an image of my garden, which has benefited greatly from our record spring and summer rains.
Democratic Debates
I have to admit I couldn’t sit through either of this week’s debates. They felt orchestrated and a bit ridiculous where the over-crowded stage and biased questioners made for a lackluster outcome. My candidate of choice, Tulsi Gabbard was barely recognized. The panel seemed to favor Warren by directing most of their questions to her. I like Warren’s domestic platform but find her foreign policy troubling. Gabbard, on the other hand, isn’t afraid to call out the monstrous military machine’s insatiable appetite for war.
Finding Balance
I will spend a good chunk of the weekend escaping through “The Collected Stories of Deborah Eisenberg.” I love Eisenberg’s highly original characters, who are often irritating, but nevertheless spellbinding. Perhaps I’ll add some Wendell Barry’s spiritual poems for balance . . .