Dear President Trump,
Last night I was fussing a bit about how tedious it’s been writing to you lately and Laura suggested I sometimes switch things up and send you postcard length notes instead of the longer letters we are both accustomed to. I’ve never been very good at writing short notes (I’m pretty much a disaster at greeting cards), but nearly 700 letters in, I think it’s a good idea to try mixing things up. So here goes.
In reverse temporal order….
First, we’ve not gone anywhere exotic today and I still don’t wish you were here.
Second, last night in the middle of the night I woke up to our small dog trying to dig a hole to the other side of the world in between my head and the headboard because he was so freaked out. At first I wasn’t sure what it was, but after about 15 minutes the lightening started and was followed by a very noisy sideways blowing sleet storm that dumped a tenth of an inch of precipitation in 10 minutes. Poor little guy was beside himself much of the rest of the night. Sleep was not a happening thing.
Third, earlier in the day yesterday there was a bonus associated with all the wind in that there were a couple hundred crows wheeling in and out of the stand of fir trees across the reservoir. When they were in flight, they looked really cool against the grey sky. Also, when we were on our walk yesterday out in said wind, there was a crow who was practicing hang gliding. Seriously – she had her wings stretched out like she was a junior hawk and was floating on the wind. When she wafted down to the ground she caught another gust and levitated a few feet up before settling back down to earth.
Last thing, Laura’s brother just let us know that Atlanta got 70 inches of rain this year. Their average is 48.
May we stay safe and dry, but not too dry.
May we be happy when we get to see birds doing aerial tricks.
May we stay as healthy and strong as we can.
May we make peace with changing conditions even as we do what we can to mitigate the damage.