Sad: a little piece in the paper about a man who’s hitchhiking across the U.S. for a memoir entitled “The Kindness of America.” He was sitting on a highway in Montana waiting for a ride “when a man drove up, rolled down his window, shot him in the arm and drove off.”
Sadder: to be a Canadian right now, as this loathsome government forces through their omnibus bill, containing some of the most retrograde, repressive, repulsive legislation this country has ever seen. Shame shame shame!
Glad: okay, calm down, let’s focus on the good news. Heard a great new word today: banksters. How apt. And – featured in my supper salad tonight – my own fresh-picked lettuce, and better lettuce I’ve never had. For dessert, stewed rhubarb from the same patch. Some of the other veggies are struggling; the swiss chard is wilted and black. But the lettuce – all good.
Thunderstorms predicted; the roofer had to cover everything with a tarp again. But so far, nothing but sweet, fresh breezes.
My bank manager is on “Canada Sings” tonight at 10, with his group “The Bank Notes.” Don’t miss it.
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