What a week. It’s exhausting. And scary. And frustrating. I’ve largely been off social media just because it’s an outrage machine, and I’m plenty outraged as it is, just from reading the news. I don’t have anything creative to say here. I’m just mad.
It doesn’t have to be this way.
What I wrote this week
Guardian Angels: I don’t believe in guardian angels. But I do believe in this.
A Dark and Stormy Night: Thoughts in the aftermath of the shooting.
In Progress: A photo tour of the backyard and of what’s blooming, plus details about my new DIY bird feeder cam setup.
What I found while looking for other things
In 1938, Langston Hughes wrote Kids Who Die. It’s sadly still relevant.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are. I love this.
I wish this headline wasn’t so damned perennially relevant.
I grabbed one of these from Target, so I have a small Chromebook to throw in my bag now that things are opening back up and I find myself in coffee shops and waiting rooms once again. It’s an amazing price at under $100, and Acer is a solid brand.
Also, practically everyone who has heard about my new wildlife pond has asked about mosquitos. Dunks are your friend, my friend.
I have a huge announcement in next Friday’s newsletter, so watch for that. Also, I’m not publishing LISB on Monday, because it’s a Federal Holiday.