Latest from GB: Now Blair wants to rush in and save the UK and the EU. He is the most discredited of all the neo-liberals because of his active role in the Iraq War. His entanglement with the worst disaster of the Bush administration makes every word he utters today sound like lies and hypocrisy. With Corbyn under attack, he sees his chance to retake the leadership of the Labor Party. After steering the UK onto the rocks, he wants to assure everyone that he would be the right captain to guide the ship of state through the narrowing channel between the Far Left and the Far Right.
In the meantime: There are two major factions in the CDU/CSU/SDP German coalition government: the one that aligns itself mostly with France and the one that looks to Eastern Europe. Both are furious at the British, who are still acting like this is all about them and if they can just get their internal politics straightened out they can negotiate the terms they want from countries whose enmity they have awakened with the Brexit victory.
On the home front, Jill Lepore, writing in the New Yorker, sees the pleasure to be derived from our upcoming political conventions as being comparable to root canals. That's about right.
Coincidentally, I had a root canal day before yesterday and I found it to be a distressing experience because of the aftereffects of the anesthetic. The dentist likes to be paid by check and it took me four tries to get the check made out properly. The assistant was laughing at my struggles,, but it was not funny, really. I had to call Terry to bring me home, because I didn't feel I could drive. I wondered, because the tooth was in my upper jaw, if the local anesthetic, which apparently can cross the blood-brain barrier, had actually numbed part of my brain. And then for about a day and a half I felt crazy. I can always tell it's drugs when that happens, the quality of it. It's a horror show. I hope I never need major drugs for anything, since I seem to be very sensitive to them!
How about some nice photos? Lucky I live Hawaii!
Our poinciana, Grandma's tree next door. It was her tree and her home. Now it's our rental.
Orchid. Don't always know their names and don't keep track of when they bloom.
Fly attracting cactus blooming again, this time with another bud coming along.
Spider: They all left after we power washed the house, but they are coming back.
Living room. We keep it simple. Sometimes I think of the furniture and other belongings we have had to dispose of because we have moved so much, , but then I say,"How nice not to be saddled with all that stuff! We have too much anyway, I think, so I am thankful for a full basement. I just filled a bag with nice clothes that I never wear, to take to the Goodwill.