Mid-Summer Waxing Honey Flow Moon
The card gods have failed to smile on me the last three months. Paying me back for that lucky streak, teaching me–again–humility. But. Bill Schimdt, with brother Pat over his shoulder, won big tonight. Congratulations to Bill and Pat.
Kate walked into the surgeon’s office with only a cane for assistance two weeks to the day after her surgery. She moves well without the cane and will not need physical therapy. Soon she will be walking free from hip pain for the first time in 15 to 20 years. There are miracles and we don’t need the supernatural to explain them. Skill, pluck and advancing knowledge, they’re enough.
Brother Mark spent the day slogging it out door to door in his search for a job. This takes toughness and he admitted it took him some time to work up his nerve, but once he got into it, he applied several places and has a possible call back tomorrow. Way to go Mark.
In reading the book, The Death of the Liberal Class, my fire for economic justice relit. Those of who can must fight. Socialism is not a bad word. A capitalist economy that punishes the poor and siphons money from them to the rich has no moral standing. We need to strike back against it. Just how, what these times offer as alternatives, I don’t know. But I intend to find out.