I went to bed before 10 pm last night, fell asleep right away, and woke up feeling well-rested. Only one problem, it was 11:30. I managed to fall asleep again until 3 am. Then the rising fear about the political situation overcame me.
Here’s my bet: There will be minor disturbances on the part of Biden supporters. Nero Trump will declare the Proud Boys official militia, and they will do their thing. People will defend themselves, be defined as rioters, and Trump will send the military out to suppress them in the name of saving the government. He has recently fired Mark Esper, Defense Secretary, who opposed the use of troops on US streets. With his new Defense Secretary, he can be assured he can use the troops. Are we ready for the fun?
I managed to doze off until 5:30, when I got up to do my walk. I only had a short conversation with Dorothy and then a long one with my friend Jean. My leg was bothering me this morning as I walked. It also bothered me during yoga. The same question: is this uncomfortableness a temporary state, or is this the end of the road for my hip?
After my morning breakfast routine, I worked on weeding the heliconia that run along the driveway. It’s hard on my body there is only so much I can do.
I did some work on my updates and went back out into the garden. I got most of a haole koa tree in my backyard sawed down. Enough. I had trouble getting up. I called Yvette to get help. As I was on the phone with her, I managed to get to my feet.
I called Jean, my hanai sister. I wanted to share my adventure. She said, Oh yes, she was a victim of a scam last week too. She made it to the bank when a bank worker grabbed the phone out of her hand and yelled at the guy on the other end.
Jean’s scammer didn’t speak English very well; mine had a slight accent. While the primary language in Equatorial Guinea is Spanish, many speak English as well. As was the case with me, these guys stayed connected by phone the whole time. It is very compelling.
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