Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

There is some hope of rain this weekend, though no sign of it today. I'd do a rain dance, if I thought it would help. I do love to dance. In the meantime, I'm going to the dentist, writing Christmas cards and doing laundry. So exciting. My daughter sent a photo of the four year old grandson stringing gold balls on red ribbon. It was his own idea. He's just as desperate as I am to occupy himself. But I was heartened yesterday that our state reversed the order to close playgrounds after a huge protest. Talk about classist! Those with big back yards would be fine, but many, many children rely on parks and playgrounds to get fresh air and play safely. The state came to its senses. I notice nobody is paying much attention to the newest orders anyway. Just on our block alone yesterday, my husband and I saw six people without masks. And in rural areas they are partying up a storm. Everyone is so frazzled that they've kind of quit. They either are fatalistic or deny the danger. And three thousand people died yesterday. It's a crazy, crazy world.