Reminder to myself in the low light of winter: strong sun on a patch of brown eyed Susans. Also: remember that it’s been hot as hell for weeks now and maybe winter would be a welcome break.
We’ll see how committed to the truth the Democrats are when Bill Clinton gets implicated in the Epstein affair.
Going through a new door
I have a new job at my hometown credit union as the Accounting Manager. After twenty-four years at my current job, I put in my notice last week. My final day there will be July 31st. I start at the credit union a few days later. I’ve been working remotely since the start of the pandemic. About a month ago, my current org announced a change in their work arrangements that would have had me back in the office an average of four days a week.
RIP, Ozzy. Many years ago I started trying to catch up on all the devil music I had missed in my youth. I checked out the first Black Sabbath album from the library. The opening track blew me away. “Sounds like Black Sabbath” has always been high praise to me. 🎵
Really good essay from @jaheppler on 19th century Americans bringing bison near to extinction.
A home remedy I hadn’t thought about in years: baking soda and water mixed into a paste for bee stings. Actually, in my memory we used for any kind of sting.
The men who live in my memory
The men who live in my memory had work to do. That work had a purpose: to feed their families. They were not career men with five year plans and KPIs. The men who live in my memory did not worry about what it meant to be a man or whether they were good at “adulting.” They knew that whatsoever their hands found to do, must be done with all their might.
John Michael Greer is never boring. In this interview, the (eventual) focus is on Trump and American politics. It’s good to hear a political commentator that takes seriously the idea of time as a cycle rather than a straight line. That idea opens up new possibilities, and maybe tames some anxieties.
The prime directive of localism as a political and religious commitment is the tending and feeding of one’s own home and the life in which it is situated.
Remember those ice cream cups with the paper lids with a tab and the wooden spoon?