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@remhq.bsky.social dropped some necessary truth in my mailbox yesterday. 🧡

That museum in Spillville is magical, and Dvorak’s story may not be the best part. Worth a return trip.

My daughter’s genes didn’t come from me or her mother, but we are an American family thanks to love, caring, sharing and adoption.

The scrim between things

is just as thin as it seems

a man and a woman are standing next to each other in a crowd . ALT: a man and a woman are standing next to each other in a crowd .

Suppose there’s another person who may know some things???

Near midnight,
Barred owl outside our window:
“Who cooks for you?“

Tune into your local public and community radio stations. Whatever they’re doing is going to change, perhaps permanently. The answer is the same as it’s always been: if what they’re doing matters at all to you, do your part.

Melania Trump tours Texas flooding devastation in subdued ensemble — USA TODAY First lady Melania Trump joined President Donald Trump in a lowkey look to visit Texas flooding victims.

I really don’t care what Melania wears when she crawls out of her gilded bunker to collect an appearance fee, do u?

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I like the sky. Takes your mind off all the things you can’t control and can barely take in at ground level.

Indivisible PT No Kings | KPTZ 91.9 FM Radio Port Townsend (Airdate: June 1, 2025) On Saturday, June 14, thousands in Port Townsend and millions across the country took to the streets for "No Kings" protests, demonstrating against perceived authoritarian acti...

Also: here’s voices from the Port Townsend rally and a conversation with Bruce Cowan from Indivisible Port Townsend.

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5:19 sunrise, the app tells me; head feels heavy, will try to sleep

5:15 the wind (ever onward, always coursing) in treetops

5:08 local quiet broken by a towhee and a robin very near; JEM sleeping, breathing rhythmically

5:05 a diesel truck accelerates beyond the neighborhood

5:03 a lull right outside, but robins and others whistle on in the background

4:56 now a towhee and something else in Eileen’s rhododendrons or the brush outside our fence

4:53 junco (?) still going… look up their call on this device in my hands: “a high, short chip note that they often give in rapid succession”

4:46 birdsong outside the window, a junco’s wheeeeee and droidsy beeple

4:44 JEM asks what time it is, I say too early

4:41 thoughts of my paternal grandmother, after her stroke, who said of robins: “Hate ‘em. They bring rain”

4:39 at least four different birdsongs in the dawn chorus, and the wind through trees

4:36 more distant traffic, another jet plane

4:33 another bird (who?) joins in, more robins

4:32 an airplane pulls a sonic boom across the sky

4:27 first bird sings, a robin some ways away

4:25 first motorcycle revs out on Sims or Hastings

4:20 get up for a cough drop

Early morning, late May

4:11 peek at the clock, commit to keep sleeping, then waking thoughts intrude—of the molemen some seem to think run the government, and of the devils who do

The feeling
is there’s nothing one can do
but do the job.

But to do the job
is to know the feeling: it is
an utterly inconsequential thing to do.