Thursday, May 9, 2019
Rain and the Royal Baby
It rained off and on all day yesterday, sometimes heavily -- and it was a beautiful thing to see. We went several weeks without any substantial rain, and I'm glad we seem to be past that dry spell. Of course I work inside all day, so that's easy for me to say. I can look outside and enjoy the rain and stay dry and snug myself.
You can see the pink heads of the persicaria in our garden, outside the rain-spattered back window...
...and here's our patio, under a sheet of water!
When we went to lunch the other day with our former neighbors, Chris and Linda, the new royal baby was a topic of conversation. Linda, who's in her 70s, seemed fascinated by the baby's race. She kept asking, "But what if it's a black baby?" I said, "Well, I think that's pretty much guaranteed, at least in part!" For her, the matter of race seemed to boil down almost entirely to appearance.
I think it's terrific that Harry and Meghan got together and had a child. This is the future -- a blending of humanity, across racial lines and national borders. Thank goodness. Little Archie is a global baby -- although ironically, his name makes me think of Archie Bunker. Maybe British people (and younger people) don't have that same association.
Dave and I have been watching a Netflix show called "Bloodline." It's several years old, but it's really good, at least so far. It's got a great cast: Sissy Spacek! Chloë Sevigny! Sam Shepard! Plus it's set in Florida! We're only about three episodes in, but we're digging it.