Election day tomorrow. I’m not anticipating any particular outcome because who the hell knows? Anything is possible, even though it’s appalling that anyone could still support Trump. The fact that so many do is more disturbing than Trump himself. Where has my country gone? I love America, as a democracy that strives for inclusion and creativity. What happened to that America?
And the virus rages on, setting new daily records for infection. The US just hit #1 in the world in terms of infection rate.
Spirit-lifting: I just got to virtually meet a friend’s new puppy. A beautiful baby Golden Retriever. Proof of the power of new life.
So I spent the past month mostly in bed with some weird exhaustion thing, so not much to tell. I’m starting to feel better now, thankfully. And September started today, so new beginning.
I went through 8–10 boxes of stuff I’ve been trucking around with me since high school. Notes between our oddball circle at school, letters from friends, and lots of (mostly uncompleted) journals from past decades. It was fun in some ways, and hard in others. Tough times that I’m glad are long ago and far away. It’s made me a bit frayed around the edges, reliving some of those things. I chose not to read a lot of it very closely, but a little goes a long way.
Anyway, a fun part will be looking at the hundreds of slides I collected, back when nothing was digitized and slides looked 1000% better than print photos. I haven’t seen them in years. My ancient slide projector actually powered on, but the bulb is shot (I’ve had it since college, so… 40 years), but my husband’s at-least-as-ancient projector works. Good thing because we can’t afford to buy one. Once I’ve viewed and sorted all the slides, I’ll have to scan them. Or send them somewhere to be scanned so I don’t have to put that kind of time in. (I have a good scanner, but it only does maybe 6 slides at a time, and then I have to take the scans and make them into good files. Way too much work!)
We took the dog for a walk around the block this afternoon. It’s 1.2 miles, with hills, so not a super simple schlep. After 3 weeks of mostly lying down, it was quite an effort to make it all the way. The old dog had a tough go of it, too. But the more we do it, the easier it will get. To a point, anyway.