A few weeks ago Corey wrote a blog in which he praised a rainy day. He asked for song titles mentioning rainy days. In my comments I wrote, “So I guess the song ‘Rainy days and Mondays’ does not apply to you."  

As the daylight on the 4th ended Shelly noticed the full moon and pointed it out. It still hung low and later it moved me to take a shot as I sat out back watching an array of fireworks, likely less than legal blocks away, sometimes closer in every direction. I do not recall ever seeing such an investment by neighborhood folk in risky activity, no matter how attractive the results appear from the apparent safety of my yard.

Today we celebrate our Independence Day. Indepedence from tyranny, the right to free speech, the ability to believe in whatever religion we choose even if it's none at all.

I rarely, if ever repeat a blog, but I am compelled to do so because, although posted 6 weeks ago, it is even more relevant and poignant today.   The blog was entitled Typhoid Mary and went as follows:   "Her name was Mary Mallon and she was a rich man's cook in the early 20th century.   Trouble was that she was an asymptomatic carrier of Typhoid Fever.  

The current issue of The New Yorker arrived at our home the other morning. As is our practice, we allow our mail to “sit” for a day or so before handling it.

Picture this midwest evening.... 5 nieces and nephews, sitting in the back of my son’s pick-up truck, watching the sun go down; playing a little Kenny Chesney in the background, whilst the deep voices of the bullfrog weigh into the conversation. Sweet, right!? Evidence of a frisbee toss, badminton gone bad, and silly wiffle golf ball tosses, aimed at each other, admit our demonstration of family love and of our competitive nature with one another. Deep chats, belly laughter, and togetherness. I wouldn’t trade this precious time for all the gold in the world.

  One of my partners was in the office last week. I have to admit I was jealous. Seeing her on Zoom sitting at her desk made me want to be sitting in my office right next door. We have decided to reopen slowly and so I know that I will not have the experience of sitting next door for a little while – but still.

  For months my husband and I have anticipated this. We have discussed this back and forth, imagining what it would look like. And, like everything else you anticipate as much as we have, it happened very differently than expected. I am talking about eating in a restaurant.