The sun has started shifting to the right of the Washington Monument. Again this year, the shades will be down when the fireworks go off. He who must not be named had once again co-opted July 4th. There are other fireworks. There will be other years. Maybe not for me. But, for someone.
Sort of a nice gentle new normal day for me. More and more ways of communicating. The Asylum is managing to put a lot to the normal meeting on inhouse TV and YouTube. They are making more use of Zoom. Zoom is a little difficult for our residents. But, they are getting the hang of it.
This meeting used to attract a hundred or so residents. (They served cookies and coffee.) We had an audience of 4 live and 4 zoom today. And no cookies. It will be shown on in-house TV. I was 25% of the audience.
Last night’s dinner. Tomatoes, asparagus, salmon, sparkling water, and Gearharts dark chocolate. At this rate, I’ll fit into those shorts by the time I am 80!
Gratitude
Grateful that I can still talk to Carlton. Funny, I always envision him as 78ish. If he was still alive he would be 85. And, he doesn’t very often answer me. But, sometimes he does. “Avoid beginnings, Wreckage of the future. You did What???”
June 24, 2019 – Returned to London from Scotland. It was 25° warmer. A good thing in my world.
I scored a standing room ticket. Well, actually the concierge at the hotel did. Made for a long day.
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