Like yesterday, a couple degrees cooler maybe but thunder bumpers forming over the mountains around noon, moving out onto the plains around two, most of them coming along the Parker Divide south of town. Slow moving, possibly get a lot of water dump in spots. As they move out east of the metro some severe might get cooking, with all that entails.
Same again tomorrow and the day after and day after and… But fewer bumpers.
Yesterday was a social day for us, as these things go now days. met a couple friends under the trees at the little park in Southglenn. A surprisingly pleasant spot to social distance, enjoy a bit of a morning breeze and an espresso. A coffee kiosk with a couple very pleasant and talented barristas. Several places around to order food from should you feel so moved. No restrooms, though, so a built in time limit on your stay. A number of the storefronts are empty, they were before ‘Rona. Have heard business rents here are excessive. The movie theater stands dark, can’t imagine when we’ll be able to go to a movie and on these hot days I really miss a dark, cool theater on a hot afternoon. Even a bad movie made for a great experience.
A Zoom class, on writing humor, then a Zoom happy hour with a handful of writer friends. A lot of conversation, some reading, comparing notes and worry over absent friends. With the separation, missing those face-to-face coffees that trail into stories and worries and life. Worrying over absent friends. Fears like that, I suppose, are rooted in those moments of lonely desperation when we were kids, somewhere. When all it would have taken was a word, a touch or a smile from someone to change our world. We fear our friends are there, and we don’t know to reach out to them.
Scanning the headlines, the Orange Diaper had an Independence Day rally with fireworks and Covid up at Mount Rushmore yesterday. Did a flyby in our 747, proclaiming himself “Coolest President Ever.” Didn’t see where new fires were started by the fireworks, so that’s good. His speech sounded like any of a hundred you could pick from histories of failing nations. We live in interesting times.
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