August 21, 2023

As I left the country club in Kent, the thinnest crescent moon hung in a dull red and gold sky. A flock of geese, honking and beating the air, passed over, between the moon and me. I thought of it as a blessing from my home country. The whole trip was portentous with hawks. 

Everyone had horror stories abut poor L. Mike blocked her after she called praying the rosary a Satanic practice. 

The garden I weeded out bare in spring is overgrown again.