When I was wandering around Hampstead Cemetery photographing historical grave markers, I came across this stunning mosaic on a gravestone from the early 1900s. If the mosaic itself is that old, it has certainly weathered well. It was in an area where I'd never walked before, reaffirming my belief that every time I visit the cemetery I find something new.
Well, the universal consensus on the presidential debate seems to be that it was a mess. I had a great time last night reading reader comments about it in The Guardian. It's always interesting getting the British take on American politics, and I am continually impressed by how much the British know about our country and our system. Because The Guardian is a relatively left-wing newspaper, everyone was critical of Trump. One said, "Trump isn't fit to run a whelk stall." Another called him "a poo-slinging monkey." But my favorite comment characterized the debate as "two rats fighting over a courgette that's fallen into a urinal."
I laughed so hard I cried. I read it to Dave and I could barely get the words out.
(A courgette is what we Americans know as a zucchini.)
I've been reading newspapers and magazines so much lately I just can't get anywhere with a book. I have several books waiting for me and I've barely cracked the covers. My current Newbery book is called "I, Juan de Pareja," and it's told from the perspective of a slave owned by the artist Diego Velazquez in 17th century Spain. It was published way back in 1966 and I think it's pretty impressive that even back then, an author was trying to tell the story of someone who had been left out of history. I finally devoted enough time to it last night to get about 40 pages in.
Olga hasn't wanted her morning walk several days this week. I think it's because we've been getting rain. Fortunately Dave spent much of yesterday working from home, so she had indoor company -- although Dave said she seemed confused by his presence. Poor dog just can't develop a routine in these peculiar days of coronavirus.