Monday, June 1, 2020

the sequins of events

With CNN blaring in the background as it covers the riots in the US, it is hard to summon a positive sounding blog. I don’t see how it is going to resolve enough for real change to happen. As we are watching the military with assault rifles are crowding the grounds at the White House… we have a bad feeling about this as Trump has called for force against the protesters.


In a weird juxtaposition, my day wasn’t always filled with such serious video - for far too long in the morning I watched ‘Trinny’, inane chatter about clothes and fashion and wearing what makes you happy. The snippet about sequins (I love sparkly things) prompted me to go onto Amazon and order a long black sequin jacket. So excited to get to wear it on Zoom meetings! Seriously, black sequins will dress up even my wackiest pattern of SweetLegs. But really seriously - who doesn’t want a bit of glitter in one’s day especially during covid-19 isolation!


I was even motivated to do up my hair and put on makeup. I put on a nice pair of leggings with a red sweater and felt slightly dressed up. All dressed up with nowhere to go, not even the grocery store ;-/



The weather is cool again today with the sun darting in and out of the clouds. Carm got in a round of golf in the morning, coming home triumphant from his hunt of the little white ball. It’s amazing that he can remember every stroke…



not much later - Trump had his army of military and police break up a peaceful protest by throwing tear gas and rubber bullets. I thought the right to gather peacefully was a right? 



Headline tonight: Rioting continues across the USA. 1,857,820 cases with 106,879 deaths in the US. There are a total of 91,647 (90,947 yesterday) cases of Covid-19 in Canada today, with 7,325 (7,295 yesterday) deaths today.



“The morning was a cup filled with mist and glamor. In the corner near her was a rich surprise of new-blown, crystal-dewed roses. The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood. A sentence from a very old, very true, very wonderful Book came to her lips,


'Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.”

~L.M. Montgomery

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