The Portland Moms are still there, withstanding tear gas and attacks from the federales. There was valdalism and damage at Portland, early on, in solidarity with that which was going on in Minneapolis. But once law enforcement arrived and started attacking, things went from bad to terrible. I’m sure The Idiot in Chief chose Portland because it’s Portland, for chrissake. Blue Country. Scaarry, right? Making political hay from a national tragedy is unspeakably obscene. Shame on you. You have single handedly diminished the office of the president. It will never be the same.
Baseball started tonight, and John has a subscription to what’s left of the season through the MLB app. It’s free if you have TMobile, which he does through work. We’ll be able to watch Marlins and Athletics games in this abbreviated season. Dr. Fauci threw out the first pitch at the game tonight between the Yankees and the Natties. It was called for rain halfway through, but the Yankees were winning, so no biggie. His pitch was wide and wild, but the announcer proclaimed that he didn’t have time to warm up because he’s been so busy. Anthony Fauci is a national treasure, and bless that announcer for saying that. There are occasional bright spots in an overwise dismal landscape.
I finished Chapter 3 of The Reconvening today, and I’m pretty happy with how the first book is coming along. I am barely using the outline, instead relying on my instincts of where the story should go. I feel free to do that because I’m really comfortable with the characters. We’ll see what happens and if that freedom continues. I hope so. It’s much more enjoyable than being a slave to a previous set of notions.
I’ve sent Chapter 1 of Who Killed Kitty to the Lake Park Writers for their review and consideration. I re-read it through yesterday, and I was pretty happy with how it had turned out – geez, six years ago or so. The story is solid, and I just need to rework some of the dialogue and flow. But overall, it’s OK. John needs to show me how to FTP a file to my Word Press as I’m missing a couple of songs. Each Chapter title is a song, and the tune is embedded just below the heading. I listened to them while I read each chapter. There’s a couple that really got to me: Deja Vu All Over Again by John Fogarty was rather evocative, and the words to the 38 Special song Second Chance are particularly on point, bringing me to tears as I read the story I wrote all those years ago. Stories take on lives of their own, you know. Anyway, the songs that are missing are Most of the Time, which holds great significance for me, and the Last Cheater’s Waltz, a great Emmy Lou Harris tune. I’ll have to find them and with John’s help, embed them in their appropriate places in the story.
My temperature is 97.9° F. My blood oxygen is 95% and my heartbeat is 70 bpm. There are no apparent health issues at this time. Good.