Enough of the conscious kind, here’s this week’s list from Luna Niña:
The Existence of Hope, the Reality of Stupidity
As many faults as one finds with progressive journalists as a whole, occasionally one stumbles across a nugget of unintended wisdom.
Here’s an excerpt from “What is Good” published by William Rivers Pitt on Truthout this Independence Day.
First Fireworks
The annual Mashpee town fireworks display happened last night, the first of the holiday weekend.
Gardener’s Diary
Deadheaded most of the fairy rose and all of the Bachelor’s buttons.
The Columbines that are most exposed to the sun are looking sickly, losing their leaves, maybe not getting enough water.
Penstemon is doing great, though, maybe put in more next year.
The yellow flowers on the left side of the fence have come back, I can’t remember their name.
My Kid’s on a Panel at Macworld/Boston
One of my friends emailed about this today.
Mutterings
This week’s free association from Luna Niña:
Better Mousetrap
I wish someone would invent a portable driveway for kids who don’t have a place to set up one of those cool home basketball nets, not to mention homeowners who have to shovel snow off gravel.
Gardener’s Diary
Larkspur has started to bloom, the fairy rose is almost done, color expected soon from the Penstemon.
Unconscious Mutterings
This week’s free association from Luna Niña:
Father’s Day
Let us now praise Father’s Day, which I declared years ago to be MY holiday, eschewing Mother’s Day as homage to the Sadie, as in spoiled-rotten married lady who views her motherhood not as the gift of nurturing a new life, but as “a lovely token of my love’s affection.” Barf.