Saturday, June 14, 2025
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1919 John Alcock and Arthur Brown left Newfoundland in the first non-stop air crossing of the Atlantic
1942 Anne Frank began writing her diary two days after her 13th birthday [
°1946 Donald John Trump was born, and the world became a worse place
1949 French-allied State of Vietnam was officially was formed during the First Indochina War, Bảo Đại was installed as Emperor
1954 President Eisenhower signed an order adding the words "under God" to the Pledge
1993 Ruth Bader Ginsburg was introduced by Bill Clinton as his nominee to the United States Supreme Court in a Rose Garden ceremony at the White House
In bed at 9, awake and up at 5:05, with a sore throat and head congestion, mimicking Geri's symptoms on Monday night at Steve's. 56°, high of 67°, cloudy morning, sunny afternoon.
Kevzara, day 5/14; Trulicity, day 2/7; morning meds at 8 a.m.; Blink pill at 9 a.m.; Eye wipes at 6 a.m. and p.m.; Eye mask at 11 a.m. and p.m.; Eye ointment at bedtime. I succeeded in getting the eye ointment in place last night. It appears that I have caught whatever it is that has knocked Geri out this week. I, like my dearly-deceased brother-in-law Jim Reck, am not a stalwart soul when it comes to head colds, or whatever this may be. Each of us has consdiered a head cold an injustice visited upon us, an injustice of cosmic dimension, entitling us to feel sorry for ourselves, to bitch and moan, and to consider ourselves exempt from engaging in the most ordinary tasks of daily living. He was a wimp about it, making life miserable for my dear sister Kitty and for whoever else was living with them at the time. I have also been a wimp whenever I was laid low by a head cold. Today, it's an even greater cosmic injustice that I have a cold because Fate has visited it upon me when Sarah is here, and when I am under a solemn obligation to pick up Geri and Helen Sampson after the "No Kings" rally at Cathedral Square. Woe is me!
War is entertainment. Come to us for the best seats! I turned on the TV at 6 to learn when and where the Trump Birthday Parade will be televised. I need to watch and to be outraged, to be able to say to myself, I can't believe this is happening in America, but, oh, yes, of course I can believe it, vere dignum et iustum est under Trump. We get television through YouTubeTV, and the first screen that pops up when we turn on the TV is a YouTube menu, including this morning a panel that says "See moment projectile strikes near key military facility in Tel Aviv, CNN, 3 hours ago." It reminds me that for telecasters, war is entertainment, a fireworks show. They claim they are providing a public service, and, of course, in a sense, they are, but they are in the business of providing viewers to advertisers. They provide entertainment to viewers in order to provide viewers to the advertisers who pay them money in proportion to the number of viewers provided. The higher the ratings, the more money they charge the advertisers. Hence, promos and headlines like "See moment projectile strikes near key military facility in Tel Aviv," Ooh, aah!
I spent much of the day schmoozing with Sarah about her trip to Korea, Japan, and China, about life in general, the political situation in Germany and in the U.S., etc. She got me a package of DayQuil/NyQuil to relieve my cold symptoms, and got us lunch at Kopps. Later, after Geri left for the "No Kings" rally, Sarah went to Kipps and got up a couple of cheeseburgers for lunch. At 3:30 or so, Gri texted me that she and Helen were ready to be picked up on the NE corner of Jackson and Klbourn. I picked Joshua and them up and enjoyed a nice chat with Helen on the way to her house. where I dropped them all off (Geri's car was there) and enjoyed another nostalgic ride home through my old neighborhoods.
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