The media stories on Kavanaugh's reported misconduct has moved me through a range of reactions. This morning I reached sadness over the state of our culture.
I am very thankful that people don't judge who I am today based on the person I was in my teens and early 20's. You too?
Never mind the legitimate questions about the veracity of the accusations.
Last night's full moon out here on Baker Rd. where there is no ambient light was stunning. Beautiful.
Mid 70's today, into the low 80's by midweek, and then heavy rains this weekend. Perfect fall weather in western OR. The rains will help get wild fire season closed by the normal 10/1 date. Last year the rains were late and the restrictions got extended to mid-October.
I've got a burn pile I want to fire up and get rid of.
Pam comes home TODAY! Her flight lands at 4:15. She isn't allowed to lift heavy weights so I'll meet her at the curb, she'll get in the Blazer (which can't be left unattended) while I go in and get her suitcase off the carousel. From there to our small group for a sandwich bar and then discussion of yesterday's sermon. We should be home by about 8 p.m.
The bed is made and the sink empty of dirty dishes. (I washed them and put them away, though I thought about just hiding them under the sink.) Things are generally picked up but my hip talked me out of vacuuming and dusting.
I probably use hyperbole 500 times a day.
Melissa, the PT who inflicts voluntary torture on my lower back, is one of those people whose age is difficult to guess within a range of 15 years.
She recently moved here from Atlanta so we compared our impressions on moving to this state compared to our previous residences. She asked about the culture in AZ which I described as a libertarian "you can't tell me what to do" culture. Fiercely independent.
Me: "It was the home state of Barry Goldwater."
Melissa: "Who??"
So you probably don't know who Hubert Humphrey was. Or George McGovern.
Nope.
I think she's 16.
This is a very short post. We've just walked in the door from our (new) small group meeting. Yes, we've. I picked Pam up at the airport at 4:30, we made a stop at Costco to get a pumpkin pie, and then drove out to the home where we meet.
It is SO nice to have her home. I wish I could walk normally and stand without pain, but hopefully that will happen soon. Now, though, the biggest problem is resolved. Once again there are two of us in MoHo.
We go to the PCP tomorrow morning (we have the same one) for a general check and a referral to a cardiologist. It's time to make sure this NEVER happens again!
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