Today’s outdoor musical amusement was Bumper Jacksons, a rather eclectic musical duo. The washboard was one of their instruments. It provided a fine “whatever happens is what I planned” photo.
I am tired tonight. Tired of being old. Tired of Covid. Tired of the hate and discontent that is rampant in the US. Glad that Carlton missed this.
Gratitude
Grateful to be watching the gathering thunderstorm storm from my cozy dry Old Bat Cave.
The Asylum is trying to return to “normal”. And in “normal” times the little bus took those who do not drive, walk or use public transit to the grocery store, Target etc. a couple of times a week. It started back up early in August. But, it only takes people to the grocery during “safe times”. It leaves at 5:45 AM. Except it has never left. Because no one has shown up at 5:45 AM to go to the grocery store.
Mālama pono