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I had some upsetting work news yesterday, bit of a gut punch, but it motivated me to work harder for my Salesforce credentials. Then I got the really wild email that might send me to LA to meet LeVar. Hard to even imagine and I'm trying not to get too excited and overwhelmed (hair cut, new shoes, pedicure, new outfit...).
Also yesterday, I walked out to Leverett and back. It's a three mile trip and really too much for most mornings. Plus parts of it are unpleasant. I think I'll stick with driving over there and doing the big loop when I can.

We're in another heatwave, so I'm limiting my outside time, but Violet and I did go to the Farmers' Market for tomatoes, basil, cukes, bread and ice cream. I also got some Mei Mei dumplings/pierogies, which were excellent. Looks like some thunderstorms later today. Boy do we need the rain. Sandman is out in all its glory. Weird to have this important part of my world on display to the general public.

The third day of terrible heat and humidity. It oppresses me. Come on Thor, release us from this hell! Looking out the window, the blue sky and green trees are trying to lure me into sweat death.

I walked Kendrick this morning, listening to Sandman. It's wonderful how my pandemic practices help and sustain me. Stuff that's good for you is just good for you, no matter the turmoil. Suffering terribly from bug bites and anxiety about where they came from. This on top of the plague, the housing mess and the heat.

We've booked a weekend at the Sandcastle after Honey leaves. It will be good to get away and have a normal summer, though we need a place to come back to. Some movement on the reconstruction front, but still waiting for phone calls and help. Violet is sad that camp is ending, but she'll get her sister back and then be in school. Too much time and not enough.

Driving into Bline this morning. I'm out of coffee!

The red of barns
green of corn,
threaded with tarry gray road,
home calls: remember?

Ay Carajo, it's hot! Second heatwave of June. 99.9 Farenheit degrees. Violet started camp yesterday. It's very different this year. No drama for her apparently. But she's proud to have a job and happy to see her friends. Better than sitting in this sweat box all day. I need to figure out a new morning routine since I have to take her to the bus and show my phone for the COVID check. Easy enough to walk from there, but when do I yoga? I really need it to deal with my climate anxiety.

DH injured his foot somehow and has been laid up for a week. Finally going to get some medical help today. He needs to get back on his bike! We were hoping to ride in VT, but I'm not sure that's in the cards. Maybe sitting in the shade, looking at the lake and reading a book. Kayaking? Not being in Brookline. Seeing mountains and hills and going to Revolution Kitchen works for me.

I started reading Dreaming the Eagle my Manda Scott about Boudica. I'm really swept up in it. It's been a long time since I've settled into a big comfortable book. Interesting history too.
They don't say the name of the deceased for a year. It reminds me of Jewish practice of unveiling. The dead spend a year crossing over and you don't want to stop them. Old ways, new days.