Here in damp coastal California red tides pose toxic disaster for much marine life, and marine life, unlike Joe Manchin, is inarguably essential to the health of our fine finite planet.

Politically, out in the great American wastedland, a red tide no matter how achieved portends much worse…but hey, so the fuck what, fuckwits? Joe’s just doing what they pay him to do and if a considerable minority of this country sincerely believes that healthcare, childcare, eldercare, infrastructure, environmental responsibility and a representational government are all untenable who’s to stop them?       Well, somebody I hope…

Meanwhile here in damp we trust we’re definitely out of the fire season, so trying drying the library floor enough to replace the hopelessly warped linoleum [tiles, fortunately], getting the flat fixed on my forty-five year old bike…onwards into the Life.  Made it to the shore of an after-

noon; all still there and Wednesday

we even saw sun in the morning.

The back bay’s still there, the clutchless ’45 still to be moved…which it was as well as the

the yard getting trimmed, the house being cleaned and Linda’s latest sculpture reassembled

[none shown]. Thursday ended up with two trips to V-Town, the first to wash the Taco and

another, right after lunch, so Abel could be sure he was ordering the right paint…

all of which took up pretty much all of THAT day.

Friday I began scraping, taping and mudding the soaked library ceiling, the shell was supposed to be done and reinstalled but…that didn’t happen though we did spend a lot of time expecting

yet another Amazon delivery that never showed. Grey days of Nova, walking mornings past the neighbors’ Bad Cars, seeking roofing estimates less than $40K and then, after Abel postponed

the camper’s completion to Sunday late morning, the wind died

and the tide rose to its highest ever. Well highest in memory anyway, but we’ve been away.

Traffic…Saturday traffic.