Tuesday, January 27, 2026

     During the day I keep turning on and off the tv news. I am following the disaster growing in Minneapolis between the local community and the federal masked, armed thugs.  Yes, I am not a neutral observer. Tears arise as I watch the murder videos. Some of the tears are also for my friend who died this week. I am cheering the organizing work of INDIVISIBLE and the crowds of community folks who are protesting here and everywhere.

     Sometimes while the TV is on, I play computer solitaire to calm down. I am home bound and struggle with how to support our community. I describe to the meals on wheels volunteer the power of whistles in combating the thugs. I argue with the TV. And now I am writing about the disaster.

     Walking on the deck, everything is quiet. A low hum of distant traffic, a few birds and the sun warming up the neighborhood. Most of the potted plants now have flowers. Yellow oxalis blossoms cover the green back yard. I walk back and forth as usual. Later I remember Monday is not only disaster day it is also garbage day. With the help of my cane, I drag the bins to the street.

     In the evening while my roommate is working at her WHISTLE MANIA event, I watch another episode of THE CLOSER. No more news for awhile.