Blessings

Peaceful day, although a bit low on energy. Counting our blessings though, which we do on a regular basis. A lovely marriage, a lovely house in a pleasant little town, lots of people we love and care about.

Lorraine and I getting organised for our respective trips tomorrow. Spoke to Mum, who was on good form.

In the afternoon we collected Pat and Maureen and brought them home, for a Sunday roast, and we put some in Tupperware for them tomorrow. Pat a bit more mobile, and the transfer from wheelchair to car to wheelchair to chair and back fairly smooth. Maureen enjoying a change of scene, and quickly boofed onto the gold sofa awaiting cups of tea. After dinner, we all started watching the Magnificent Seven as I have been thinking about cowboys lately.  

Robin had got together an archive episode for Planet Poetry. I'd suggested we repeat the Danez Smith interview, given the Trump-inspired carnage in Minneapolis. Even Danez's 'Afropessimism' seems a missive from a more optimistic time. Tiny as it is, it's some small act of solidarity from us. 

Despite being mindful of my many blessings, I find it hard to filter out the news of a male nurse cruelly gunned down in the street by ICE fascist. It's playing out like a scene from some Philip K Dick dystopia. When I think about what adds to my personal stress, Trump is one of those, and he does it for millions of people if not billions. It is astonishing really that one person, can exert so much influence.  

Still, mustn't grumble. Chelsea won.