No overthinking

I slept in half an hour, another day. My second  (?) winter on from a broken leg, I recognize change of weather equals change of pain, from accepted normal to too much. 

Last winter how I wanted those metal rods removed, and the sweet young surgeon said sure, he could do that, but what if a strong wind broke that bone again. So, another winter to get through.

And the news this morning, POTUS and FLOTUS are Covid positive. My stomach turned and my brain thought "You dumb fuck!".  I truly am sorry, even though the two of them walked in, eyes wide open.

I went to the post office this afternoon. The one closest to home, with all the urban cross roads. A bright red truck zoomed out of one, causing me to brake sharply (warning ding from the monitor) and curse softly.

The truck flew two flags from the tailgate, each big enough to swathe my car. On my left, that new American flag with black and white bars and one blue, for all our first responders. I used to respect that flag. Perhaps I was dumb.

The flag on the right was an American flag. So, the standard calling card of an American redneck. I wondered if he would "blow coal", though I also reasoned he probably was not smart enough or old enough to understand diesel and standard shift. He made an unsignaled right turn, and then I saw the entire center of the flag proclaimed TRUMP. 

This year I have read too many books on racism, cast, underclass. I've even set a couple aside, too much to stomach. I've started Caste, by Wilkerson, Deep South by Theroux, Entitled by Marnne, among others. The only book I finished, and read deeply and recommend is Deep South, by Paul Theroux. I could relate to every page of the book, and some of it has even happened to me.

We deliberately maintain an underclass in this country. Not you and me, but the system that only trusts fat white men (and women). The power and the money only goes where the holders of the power and the money wish it to go. 

Theroux has travelled the world and written widely of cast and underclass, and all those places in South America, Africa, India, touched by the money of the Clinton Foundation, the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. He's also travelled our deep South, where the money has never gone.

But of course, there is other news. I've finished the Slate towels. As soon as I post this, I'll post them. And three more towels at home came into my box today. Now that is fun.

It is cold, raining most mornings. The sun was brilliant later in the day and the sky still is cloudless. How I hope to see the full moon tonight. In the meantime, my flowers are between some paragraphs, and here are the new slate towels.