I told Avdi I intend to live long enough to see trump and co. utterly destroyed.  In that spirit, I braved the heat and savagely attacked stubborn weeds in the veg garden as if they were racist fascists.  The “squirrels” come home tomorrow, and I want them to see flowers and cucumbers, not defeat.  This monarch on the milkweeds cheered me on.

Occasionally I took a break to help K with his latest baking project, blueberry cheesecake.  He was also busy doing chores, and reorganizing his living space, while he still has peace and quiet.

I realize cis/white people are just starting to catch up to the horrors that have been the daily reality for hundreds of years, as if this is something new.  Yet each day brings another level of stunning hateful assaults on constitutional rights and hope.  I know it has to get worse before it gets better, but I hate that our kids will have to try to survive in a world like this, with all this damage done.  Something has to give, and soon, and I’m sticking around for that victory.