Inviting our cold war enemy to spy on a running candidate for President? Then trying to shrug it off as sarcasm? I call this what it is: treason. Plain and simple. In any other election year, when the public gag reflex had not been systematically desensitized, this comment about asking the Russians to find e-mails purportedly linked to Hillary Clinton would have resulted in demands for Donald Trump to be tried as a traitor.
This year? Well, Trump said he could murder someone in New York and not lose any votes. Shame on us as a country. Shame on us.
Kate got back last night, a long drive, 9 hours, from Jackson Hole to Shadow Mountain. Good to have her back. Home is better when both of us are here.
Masked with the staining begun, 7/19
The painters may finish today, they’re very close. This project has taken three weeks so far. The cabinets are done, most of the other interior work, too, including Kate’s splash of bright green above the cabinets, changing the character of the kitchen yet again.
It was hot here yesterday, though pallid in comparison to Denver. We remain less humid than the plains and the nights are cooler. Minnesota has had a siege of weather related storms and heat, not over yet.
Beginning of school a year ago
The grandkids were up last night. Gabe reprised his week ago trick of attaching a dog bone to a long line of twine and “fishing” for dogs off the deck. This time though he used a stick. The bone worked better. Ruth had a sore throat, but was in good spirits. It was a calm, normal evening, the goal toward which all this divorce mess aims. It was good to see.
Today is another court related hearing, an important one, for Jon. We’re all going in to see what the disposition will be. He goes back to work next week and is planning, for now, to commute from here into Aurora which is on the eastern edge of Denver. A long drive in rush hour.
