It’s July! Where does the time go? David is back in speech and physical therapy, which is great. For the next few weeks we are going once a week. We finished the Churchill book and restarted Leadership by Doris Kearns Goodwin. We are enjoying it. Very timely, if you know what I mean. It focuses on Lincoln, the Roosevelts and Johnson.

This post began over a week ago and I just haven’t been inspired to write until there was some good news. Unfortunately, little of it is coming from outside the walls of our little paradise. The pool is back. That is the best news. I could have used it last weekend when it was 118! I’m just glad it is back. David is planning on trying the new stairs tomorrow or Sunday, depending on temperature.

Everyone is under pressure, and the cracks are beginning to show. You can file the following story in “puny problems of the privileged” Last Sunday I was at Ralph’s to pick up some groceries. I don’t know what possessed me, but I went, in spite of it being Sunday and visitors. I figured maybe because it was a little later in the afternoon, they would be gone or going soon. Certainly not at Ralph’s. They weren’t. All the local crazies had the same thought as I did. I dodged the bad cart drivers, avoided the ice cream aisle and headed to check out. Checked out. Almost out the door without incident.

So, one of the retail requirements here in Palm Springs is to designate one door for entrance and one for exit. So, I am heading to the exit, which is the other side of the storefront from where I was parked. Remember, it was 118. As I am approaching the exit, a young woman. Cell phone in one hand, looking around like she has just landed from another planet, asking “Where are the carts? Why aren’t there any carts?’ I wanted to say, “They are over there, at the entrance”, but knew that whatever I said would come our really snarky. As I turn to go out the door a woman stood in the exit, looked at the sign and said, “It’s too hot, I’m coming in the exit”. I said “I don’t care, but if you move, I can leave and you can come in”. There was only a touch of attitude. It felt good. We were all wearing masks.