Public Diary: Summer Solstice 2021

Sunny, hot, and humid today in the nation’s capital. Clouds portend potential thunderstorms this evening.

Walked through the outdoor mall that is Georgetown and felt that the city is testing the waters to come out of it’s long sick hibernation. It feels like the first day of middle school, everyone’s ready to renew themselves in the hope that everyone else will except them.

The slurry of main characters (including me) taking pictures in front of photogenic alleys and murals is endless as the side-eying laptop users peer quizzically at them from the open office coffee shops that dot the boulevards. Conversations at the street shed tables buzz from the mouths of the “vaccinated” who are all ready to espouse all that they learned about themselves during quarantine.

Restaurants are hiring and stores are stocked but the flow of patrons has not yet turned into a steady stream. That being said it was a random Monday, and most people were at work. Perhaps I am just trying to come to terms with the world reopening because I quite like staying home.

Anyway, Rock Creek Park was empty on the way back as the masses sought air conditioning. Despite the lack of recent rain Rock Creek is as murky and sewage filled as ever. Once I am President of the United States this will be remedied so that dogs, kids, and adults alike can splash it’s cooling waters without getting cholera (allegedly).

JTF

P.S. Monday Morning Mournings will return when it does. Please mourn it’s absence.