July 21, 2026

I sent away for a new basketball and it arrived in a thin, flat package with a pump. Inflate it yourself. I listened to a summary of Not-My-President Trump’s prime time speech, describing all the fraud and corruption of our elections. The general consensus of reviewers, lies and inflation. The true number of dead people who voted, 25. Not as reported by Trump, in the thousands. Trump has been known to exaggerate all his life. When selling a property, he would inflate the worth. When paying taxes, just the opposite.

I used to hear the news and the word “millions.” Now all I hear is “billions.” and “trillions.” Is there no end?

What I know for sure. You can’t inflate a beautiful day. A blue sky. A flowering orchid. A freshly picked tomato I grew myself..

Enjoy truth, goodness, beauty. We will survive.