When I am not watching the World Cup, I am watching the news. The contrast is dizzying.
I've donated and signed up for everything out there to be a part of the solution but I am still sad that we are where we are. None of this makes sense. I am tired of people saying this is not who we are-apparently it is.
I was going to do a post showing all the beautiful faces of the wonderful immigrant children I have had the pleasure to work with over my years as a teacher and tell you how they found themselves in a classroom in the suburbs of Washington DC. Instead, I am exhausted by the ugly back and forth, so I'm going to show you the flowers in the pots outside my door.
The daily thunderstorms are taking their toll but they are alive which is more than I usually expect at this time of year.
Well, hello there. The Mister brought him home a few months ago and I had forgotten all about him. A little gnome without a home. Fitting.