Sunday, June 17, 2018

A wall bought with children



The price for denying the GOP a border wall is countless children. The justification grows feebler. Jeff Sessions truly is suffering the little children, though he is not among them. National outrage has not trumped this inhumanity. It can end only at the ballot box.

Twenty weeks left to midterm elections. Twenty weeks to changing the mindset of Congress; returning to principled actions, purging border patrol agents who say only citizens can ride a bus.

Please find something you can do to help. Google a local chapter of your congress representative’s office. Find where they stand on immigration, health care, drug cost, free trade, wages, DACA—all these issues that are our lives. 

If your representative does not represent your point of view, call the opposition’s office. Volunteer to do office work, maintain files, man the phones.

For the first time ever, I’ll be on the phone for my Senator, Sherrod Brown.

I think the most important thing we can do for this fall, though, is get high school children who are old enough registered to vote. I Googled that, too, read the possibilities, and picked the League of Women Voters as my best way to get to the eligible young people and get them registered.

Look into an organization called Spread the Vote. It takes ID to move around this country these days, and many states require ID to vote. My state does. Years ago Ohio accepted a current utility bill. Now it’s a driver’s license or state issued ID. I took some of my grandchildren for state issued ID’s, before they had driver’s licenses. See if you can help at Spread the Vote.

I think the best way to spend the next twenty weeks is to prepare. We are the rear guard. Only November will show how well we are prepared.


(John Moore/Getty Images)

Saturday, June 16, 2018

84 and partly cloudy

The weather has been near to perfect since school ended. Cool, rain overnight. Off to Seabrook Island and we took the weather with us. Cooling sprinkles, eighties (cool for South Carolina!).  Today, off to swim in The Quarry.



Laura and Annie


I watched two dives into the water and came up the hill and home.


Check the link for the cold, brown quarry Laura helped clean for spring.

Friday, June 15, 2018

In the event you've not been to Charleston

This is an unabashed plug for the Old South Carriage company, with the red sashes.
I asked the chatty carriage driver if he had to take a test of his knowledge of Charleston.
"Yes, m'am. Two hundred questions out of two hundred, right!"
It was a grand tour.

This woman filled the carriages with passengers.


 This friendly equine rested his head on my shoulder as I stood in line for the loo. The lav. You know.


Our hundred percent driver. Over his shoulder, the route assigner. There are five carriage routes, dispensed in order, to the next carriage company that sets out.


From here on in I know little.
An important old church.


Wrought iron work. Brick patio.


Church, cemetery, wrought iron, red umbrella in the cooling drizzle.


Pink tree.


Tree roots.


Arches and doors.


Wrought iron swords. Pretty cool house light, too.


Newly relaid driveway.


More wrought iron.


At last, a red door with the wrought iron.


Everywhere, the brick is covered by a plaster veneer. 


A tiny house. Street number is something like 100 1/4. I think it was a summer kitchen.


Wrought iron.


Same house, leaded glass.


Row houses.


A hawk. 


A selfie. The yellow shirt.


Laura had a good time, too.


Thursday, June 14, 2018

Home again, home again


 How nice the garden looks.
 

Laura cleaning her souvenirs. 
The entire haul came home in her backpack.
Hard to believe it was not confiscated for smell and put off the plane.


I stepped around to photograph the haul from two trips to the beach.
But I'll also point out, shells are drying on a thirty year old towel.


Time to unpack!

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

From the deck

Composing and editing on a screen in my lap is daunting! I have not been in South Carolina since I was a teen, and we know how long ago that was.

Carol and Frank live on a lake.


I liked the gold center of this leaf.


Back to the lake, there is an osprey nest on top of the pole, and turtles sunning on the "dock" attached.


No grass to mow!


More lake.




Laura leaving to swim in the ocean.


A restaurant on the ocean for supper.


Enough arguing with formatting. Off to Charleston.