It is Thursday morning, and this week seems to be flying by. It seems August 1 was just a few days ago… and it was… today is 4 August 2022.
There is so much going on in the world right now. Politicians traveling to foreign countries, revelations about the Secret Service and Department of Defense text messages getting deleted, continuing investigations into election interference in Georgia.
I know I write this to share my thoughts and feelings about the day with future grandchildren, but I wonder if these notes will land the way I intend with any family members down the road. Who knows? By the time I pass from this mortal plane, I may have damaged a relationship with one of my kids to the point where they may not want to pass this journal along to their kids or their grandkids. I might be too political for their taste. I might be too far left of center for them. I may be a source of ideas too radical for them to share or embrace.
But I’ll keep writing. I’m going to relate my experience, my truth if you will, and let it happen. I could joke that “I’ll learn to live with it”, but seeing that my intent is for this to be read after I’m gone, I guess I won’t have to live with it.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.
Peace y’all.
