2020 Life Logs, Day 236: RNC, Night 1
Date: Monday, August 24, 2020
Weather: Mostly Cloudy; High 81, Low 68 Degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, Falmouth, MA

When the first speaker at tonight’s event said that President Trump is “the body guard of Western civilization” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. But it really isn’t funny. He is anything but the body guard of Western civilization in my opinion. I heard that the Convention this week was going to be upbeat, but tonight the whole thing was very negative with too many lies, dangerous lies, to keep track of. I really don’t say this from a partisan point of view. Lies are lies, and they are painfully obvious. Tonight was just such a stark contrast from last week’s D20 that I had a hard time adjusting. Maybe it will get more positive in the next couple of days.

On the positive side, Heather, Jed, and boys arrived at Grammy Marti’s in Boothbay, Maine. They left here around 11:30 am and got there by 5:30 pm. They made great time. I do hope they have two weeks of relation and fun, but I will miss them so much. When I look at my calendar, however, it will be a busy two weeks for me and I think the time will fly by.


My day was spent working on getting those tomatoes canned. For most of the afternoon and evening, I watched the huge pot of sauce burbling. So far, I only have one canner load done, so I will continue with canning tomorrow and process the other 30 pounds. Tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes. But I did take time to have a great summer dinner—fried green tomatoes, beans from the garden, corn-on-the-cob from a local farm. These are a few of my favorite things.

2020 Life Logs, Day 237: RNC, Night 2
2020 Life Logs, Day 235: Up to My Elbows in Tomatoes