Vietnam War Protest Heckles and Invisible Swimming Pools

The shrillness on both sides of the political divide is making me nuts.

People have been saying, If you don’t like it here, go somewhere else, for years.

When I was marching in Viet Nam War protests 50 years ago, this was the big heckle from the sidelines.

Did I find it offensive?

Not particularly.

Am I clueless?

Probably. But also, I wasn’t looking to take personal offense. More important things were in the balance.

Trump is awful.

But the fact that he trots out a variant of this hoary jeer in his Twitter account and it explodes with such deafening thunder that headlines across the nation reverberate for days and there are pile-ons in the House of Representatives is just ridiculous.

I refuse to line up behind one side.

I am immensely weary of both sides.

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Other than that, life is uneventful. I’m trying to talk Kimberly into a roadtrip to Newport Beach and Carol into a roadtrip to either Toronto or Quebec City. If I’m successful, both trips would be in August.

I try to get out first thing in the morning ‘cause by noon it’s 90°, and the air’s so humid, walking feels like wading through an invisible swimming pool.

Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day Lavender has the most amazing odor. I wish they made a perfume!

And I went to visit Runny Babbit yesterday. He will be neutered on Thursday, which means I can bring him back here on Monday. Honestly, I don’t need another pet, but I also cannot bear the thought of innocent, defenseless little creatures with no one to look after them.

Sentimental nonsense?

Sure.