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Call/write representatives, donate to appropriate organizations, go to the  Arch  (THE place in Athens to protest.)  Then, go home and eat some ice cream. I don't know how many of you are familiar with  Jeni's Ice Cream .  It has some interesting and, yes, delicious, flavors.  This ice cream is gray.  Gray.  And so tasty.  (Like a creamy citrus sherbet.)   There's also the company  Salt & Straw.   They have flavors that are just as amazing, including this one, which I'm itching to try: It's Cinnamon and Honey Fried Chicken. Really.

Before falling asleep last night,  I was thinking about what today's post would be.  I realized I hadn't come back to the idea of a 2000 posts contest, and I thought of some light, glib things I could say. Then I woke up today.  Anger.  No, rage.  I've felt physically sick all day.  It's no time to be glib or light.  It's time to work and work hard and work tirelessly.

Dale I know this is a difficult photo to zero in on, but it's one of my favorites.  I have it in my bedroom so that it's one of the first things I see each day. We went to Chattanooga a lot, and on one trip we decided to add Rock City to our itinerary.  It was a really foggy day, and there was no one around but us.  Great, great fun. Daddy The day I got my Master's hood.  My cap and what I assume is my diploma on the ground behind Daddy.  I posted an edited version of this on Instagram today, but get to use the full one here.  Check out his boots.  The apple fell right next to the tree.

 Yeah, I had nice knitting lunch. BLT on rye, with my Dr Pepper just out of camera range. Then, Hannah called with the news that her best friend, in town for her birthday, tested positive for COVID today.  So our trip to birthday-see her tomorrow is off, to be rescheduled.  . . later.  I'm disappointed, of course, and she's the same.  As the mom, I want to get there and help if she needs me, but she may not need a thing.  And if she did, she wouldn't let me in the door.   Life, huh?

The plan was to take a picture of the gardenia bush yesterday, to show you how big it is and how many blooms there are when I'm not cutting bouquets daily.  Didn't get that done, but here's how it looks today: Roasted.  Practically every single flower has been burned by the suffocating heat.  The fragrance still wafts, though, which is wonderful. It's been a long time since I had anyone in the house that always put Goldfish on our shopping list.  Did you know they come in colors? What a world.

Wow --- according to blogger.com, that last post was my 2000 th!  And that unlikely figure puts me in a contest* state of mind.  Give me time to think about it, though, as I got the news literally less than one minute ago. I had come here to show the latest in puzzles completions. I  will definitely secure and hang the spectrum feathers but am unsure about Baby Yoda.  (Yes, I know he has a name, and I know what that name is, it just displeases me is all.)   I've had to break out sandals, as it's at or perilously close to 100 degrees here all week.  This also displeases me.  First, I'm not a fan of my feet.  Well, except for the arches.  I have high, gracefully swooping arches.  Second, this signals the true end of boot-wearing season, save for the occasional breaking out of rain boots.  Sad, really, Not a whole lot else.  Hannah's birthday is at the end of the week.  Briton and I are going to see her Sunday.  She...

 If you work puzzles, and you don't yet know about Puzzle Saver , get thee hence to a store which sells it.  No more gluey mess, and the saver comes with hanging tabs, so you have something to hang on your wall.  Like I'm going to do with this.

I think  the horse in the video is facing us, but maybe not.  Honestly, in this at least, I appreciate the uncertainty.  It's not like one of those illusions that, once you see the two women's profiles you don't see the goblet anymore.  You can look at the video and go back and forth and back again.  That's entertaining. Today's the day Dale died.  Even 24 (!) years later, I'm not sure we've ever handled the anniversary really well.  We all know what day it is, and we all think about it, but we don't necessarily get in touch with one another or have a "formal" remembrance.  It's tough for Hannah because she now forever links it with her birthday, which is in ten days.  Links it to the birthday or links the birthday to it.  Either way.  And what do you do with that?  I was determined that the birthday party we'd planned the year that he died go on, 'cause I thought A) we needed something fun and B) I thought it was important to ...

There are a few online retail sites (won't say how many) where I have an "always open" shopping cart.  {There may be yarn / knitting sites involved.)  That way, any time I think of something I need (or, let's be serious, want) I pop it in the cart.  These posts are like that.  Whenever I think of something I want to say, I type it into my open blog entry.  So, here are some of those. As someone who grew up around horses, I am embarrassed at having only recently found out that they and we are the only animals that sweat.  Everyone else deals with heat by panting. Also, are we looking at that horse from in front or behind? The other night I was sitting on the couch separating puzzle pieces and got the strong deja vu of being on the couch at my grandparents' house snapping beans or shelling peas.  Yes, I've been agricultural in my day.  I've even churned butter and slopped a pig or two.  Tending to chickens I never cared for. Think about this: A...

Tap's new thing is to ask to go outside, but "only" to sit in my lap on the porch while I read.  Yes, he has become a worldwatcher.  Pardon his scraggliness.*   The cats are spending most of their days on the back porch.  They usually occupy the chairs, but Maddie has been favoring their tower of late: Riley is frustratingly difficult to photograph, but I got this one today, and I LOVE it. It's how sweet she is and how small she is and how very pretty she is. *It's one of his particular charms.