Last chance to object

All right, you guys, I've now written three very long entries about my trip to California and figured I should start posting them. I haven't decided if I am going to divide them up into shorter entries, or whether I will use cut tags, or what, but if anybody reading this has a strong opinion, now is the time to voice it.

I might just do what I want to do anyway, but you never know.

In other news, it is a glorious late-summer day replete with meadowhawks, Painted Ladies, cabbage butterflies, wasps, asters, mourning doves, and the first flicker I have seen since forever.

And I found the perfect sentence to remind me of how these times, in the sense of what is going on in this country, feel to me. I suppose I am putting it down here to persuade myself that I'll actually forgot, and in the hope that I won't be looking fondly backwards thinking that we didn't know how really bad it could get.

Charles Lambroschini, writing in Le Figaro (as translated by Leslie Thatcher) says, "Bush has undergone successive sincerities."

Pamela