2020 Life Logs, Day 239: RNC, Night 4
Date: Thursday, August 27, 2020
Weather: Overcast with Mid-Day Sunshine; High 72, Low 62 Degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, Falmouth, MA
If you can’t say something nice, then say nothing at all. So, I will say very little about the last night of the RNC which shamefully used the White House as a backdrop with a crowd of 1500 people not using social distancing and almost no one wearing a mask. And just one more thing. Rudi Giuliani was a disgrace. Thankfully, the conventions are over. Now we can get to work on making sure everyone gets to vote this fall.
Our weather here today was mixed. It was mostly overcast with a bit of rain early and a few more sprinkles in the afternoon. Actually, there was very little much needed rain, just gloom. So, the drought continues here. But things are different further south where they are getting lots of rain. Thankfully for those in Louisiana and Texas, the highest projections for the Hurricane Laura storm surge were not realized. Yet the devastation was massive and the wind and the rain continue moving inland. My heart is with all affected by this storm.
I had invited Jane Woodin over for lunch, but things looked iffy because of the clouds and morning sprinkles. We communicated via text and I voted to go ahead and hope for clearing weather. Magically, just as Jane arrived, the sun came out, allowing us to have lunch down by the dock overlooking the water. I have only seen Jane a couple of times since March, so it was great to have a break in the weather allowing us an hour and a half to visit before the clouds and sprinkles returned.
I headed to Heather and Jed’s when Jane left to feed the guinea pigs and water the plants on the deck. Despite a few sprinkles, they were in desperate need of water. I have done most of the work to get an automatic watering system going and hope to get that completed in the next few days, but in the meantime, watering is necessary. It was late afternoon when I got home and time for me to call my friend Leslie Kole. We had arranged to talk this afternoon and the time had come. Both of us are coming up on the anniversary of losing our beloveds. Leslie lost Rich last September 4th and I lost Mark four years ago on September 11th. We commiserated about living alone without the loves of our lives . . . not the happiest time in our lives. But we also reflected on how lucky we are to both live near children and grandchildren and to be healthy and active. I haven’t seen Leslie for months, so I am hoping to get together with her in the next few weeks. I ended my day by letting the last of the tomato sauce burble down as I watched the RNC spectacle.