Warm Weather and Social Protest--

Woke up with two hymns running through my brain: Be Thou My Vision and How Great Thou Art. No idea why, other than I like them both. I'm going to puzzle on them a little, and see if my unconscious brain was trying to tell me something-- probably not, but it's a good shower-puzzlement.

That said, it's quite warm and humid, summer weather. I don't mind one bit-- if we hadn't had to take down the pool, I'd likely be going in it (finally). That said, I have this huge bare spot, like an alien landing zone, in the middle of the back yard. It's interesting to see what didn't grow when it was smothered: pale, twisted plant roots, a few bugs and grubs-- okay, strangely interesting, but not photo-worthy. There's likely a metaphor in there about how oppressed things don't grow.

I've pretty much avoided most national news this weekend, and the local select board shenanigans are taking up brain space. It seems the Ultra-Panicky Right (politically) objects to nicely-done art on the sides of private buildings. It's like having a town-wide HOA trying to take over. The artwork in question is both tasteful and lovely, and is installed in what was boarded up small windows in a brick wall. There are much bigger and more serious issues to contend with-- I'll wait and see what happens, but I didn't vote for either of the Selectpersons who have their knickers in a knot. I am amused that there is a far greater faction in town who want to stage a protest by using sidewalk chalk and flash-mobbing the entirety of Main Street. I love the idea, myself. Sort of Banksy-like.

So, we'll see what today brings. My classroom will be uncomfortably warm today; I have to remember to ask a student to climb on the shelf and open the one window that can open, then ask another later on to close and lock it. I have fans (!!), so we should be okay. We won't melt.

Have a good one!

C