Life of Wry

So glad life is returning to normal. We still hafta haul around a mask and put it on if we’re going inside most places, but that’s just about all that remains of the covid precautions. Compared to where we were, this feels like a genuine, glorious jailbreak.

Drove to Berkeley yesterday morning to resume once-or-twice-a-year breakfasts with this guy:

Elliot thinks he looks like an old geezer, like Alfalfa’s grandpa in The Little Rascals. I searched the web for a picture of that grandpa, but couldn’t find one… so I’ll have to take his word for it. But I think we look pretty good!

So pleasing.

So… I’m walking into the kitchen yesterday morning, early….like a little before 6:00, I wanna say. And notice this:

It got my attention right away.. but maybe it doesn’t jump out at you in the same way… here’s a closer look.

It’s the shadow on the pillar… recognize her?

It’s RBG!

Ruth sits on our kitchen window sill, welcoming all who appear at our front door (and wielding her gavel and pointing the way toward justice!)…

Her soapbox is an Apple iPhone box (an irrelevant fact), and she shares the space with my Kamala mug (the one where the shadow she casts is of Ruby Bridges, the young black girl who was the first to attend a white school under desegregation in 1960 New Orleans.) It’s hard to see in the darkness of the morning… here’s a clearer image:

I love living in a town that honors its citizens, cares about everyone, and shows it.

Like before, a crew of citizens got up early on Sunday morning and painted all the crosswalks surrounding Central Park.

This is one of the things I love about summer…..

And it’s only going to get better as summer veggies start coming in and fruits ripen. This was sort of an empty the refrigerator dinner.. but it was so good.