“Lovely flowers have been known to grow out of trash heaps.”
The wind is strong enough to blow the curtains. It is really humid but no rain until tomorrow despite the totally overcast sky. My house is dark which feels cooling. Alexa is playing rain sounds which are relaxing and even soothing. It is just what I need.
My political awakening was in 1960 when John Kennedy ran for president. Because he was from Massachusetts, he was my candidate. That he was a Catholic sealed the bond. I remember hearing people believed if Kennedy were elected, the president would somehow be more loyal to the Vatican than to the American people. Even I, at the tender age of thirteen, knew this was idiocy and ignorance, and I was angry. Kennedy faced it full on, “I am not the Catholic candidate for president. I am the Democratic party’s candidate for president, who happens also to be a Catholic. I do not speak for my church on public matters, and the church does not speak for me.”
My cleaning couple is coming back today. I can put the dust broom, the vacuum and my sweatshirt sleeve away for now or for at least for a couple of days, but I’ll keep my go bag just in case the dust and fur balls take over again, and we have to run for our lives.
I am sedentary by nature. I used to walk 8 miles a day, but my back has made even short walks painful. The most exercise I get is tossing trash bags at the dump, wielding a mean dust mop and swabbing the decks.
When I was a kid, I remember watching the town’s trash trucks empty the barrels in front of our house. All the guys on those trucks wore filthy clothes and filthier gloves. They’d grab the barrels, hold them behind their backs and then empty the trash in the back of the trucks. My favorite part was when the trash got compressed. That night, my father would haul in the barrels and put them back downstairs.
My deck is in dire need of cleaning, but I’ll have to wait until the pollen goes away. The prediction is for rain the next couple of days so that may spell the end of that disgusting yellow green pine pollen.
I have no lists and no errands, but I may have to manufacture one to get me out of the house. There’s always the dump!
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June 11, 2020 at 5:46 pm
Hi Kat,
Those garbage trucks required three men to pickup the trash. Today, the truck picks up your plastic can and raises it automatically to dump your garbage into the truck.
Today, we had to circumnavigate the route that Trump took this afternoon to the Gateway Megachurch from Love Field for meetings and a big fund raiser. The pastor at that church is one of his spiritual leaders. Of course, Trump himself has no moral compass nor any empathy for anyone. The only spiritually he has is to the money god. As we drove by the closed street that the church is located, his supporters were out in force and of course without face masks. 😦
Clear and hot again. The forecast for the next ten days is the same. Hot and dry.
June 11, 2020 at 6:11 pm
Hi Bob,
Not everywhere has the plastic receptacles so easy for pick up. I saw them working in the city, but here on the cape I don’t know of any company with those trucks. The towns have none as they don’t pick up trash. Private companies do.
I agree Trump doesn’t care about anyone or anything except money. He has bashed mask wearers and caused members of his entourage to be embarrassed if they wear one. He pretends to care but he doesn’t carry that off well.
June 11, 2020 at 6:33 pm
I don’t get this Mega Church phenomenon. One would think that the Catholic Church is a Mega Church, but it’s not. Are these churches similar to the televangelist prosperity ministries? These are the preachers who are multimillionaires and who tell their congregation to send them money and god will make them prosperous. Theses are the fastest growing churches in the country. Obviously, they preach a very conservative view of Jesus.
June 11, 2020 at 6:42 pm
The only Catholic churches which are huge are cathedrals like St. Patrick’s Cathederal. The city of Boston has Holy Cross Cathedral. Local churches tend to be middle size.
Those TV evangelists did have huge churches with giant stages. There were hours and musicians. It was quite the show.