people’s arthritis and rheumatism continues and worsens. (My own osteoarthritic knee a case in point. Takin’ ‘er easy with the young grandson, too sick for school on his birthday, coming over for a second afternoon.
Cancelled the g-sale (weather too iffy for the weekend); rest of family could use the time and break.
It’s all comin’ together: the nonstop rainy days, the damned crows gathering and magpies (with their squawky newborns), Trump’s unshakeable brain-dead supporters, his concentration camps, the dormant pipelines, the smoke from the wildfires, the horns growing on the backs of young cellphone users’ heads….
The world is clearly in other hands. Or as Gene Wilder raved in Young Frankenstein: “Destiny, destiny. No escaping destiny.”
(the bright light of today as seen yesterday afternoon with his beloved cars)
“Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate.” –Shakespeare