Saturday, September 1, 2018
When I walked Olga last weekend we saw several clumps of cyclamens blooming on Hampstead Heath. I didn't realize it was the season for them, but apparently it is. Dave and I planted some in the garden several years ago but I think our squirrels, those nuclear-powered wood-chippers, dug most of them up and ate the bulbs.
We have NOTHING planned this weekend. Can you believe it? It seems amazingly luxurious to have two days in which to read and sit around and take care of little tasks at home. (I know, I've only been back at work about two weeks, so I can't complain too much!) The weather is even supposed to be nice. I've got laundry going and I'll probably take the dog out later.
I've also got several New Yorkers to get through. One of them had a short, interesting article about past presidential malfeasance. I've been thinking about Trump's behavior relative to Nixon's and others', so this was especially helpful. It's definitely worth a read.
I found this curious sticker on the way home the other day, and being a Floridian, I had to take a picture of it. Turns out it's a person's name -- a DJ from Manchester. Will Miami ever not be associated with crime and handguns? "Scarface" and "Miami Vice" were thirty-plus years ago, and yet the image lingers. For the record, I spent plenty of time in Miami and never saw a gun, and my great-aunt and -uncle lived there half a century and had a quiet suburban existence. I wonder why he didn't call himself Kill Manchester?