At the moment, Florida is being attacked by a massive storm called Ian. The world seems inundated with religious types sending prayers. I thought about this. It seems rather odd to me, an atheist, that people would be praying to the entity responsible for the storm in the first place, to save their friends and relatives, thereby sending Ian to people they don’t know. Is that how religion works? Pray for your own and send death to people you don’t?
As someone who believes that climate change is real and a death sentence for humanity, I wonder how many of the people affected by the extreme weather will continue to affect the climate by driving their cars and doing their best to turn as much of the planet into CO2 and methane as possible before they die. I assume the answer is none. They will just keep on with speaking their useless words into the worsening sky.
Then, something I didn’t know became known to me today. The excellent Italian song Bella ciao, which featured beautifully in La casa de papel, was originally a protest song. It subsequently became an anti-Fascist anthem. I then saw today that there’s an excellent Iranian version protesting against the Morality Police killing women because they dare to have hair.
But enough of that. Today marked the first day that Mirinda went to London after a very long break. So long, in fact, that I can’t remember the last time. It was sometime before May 29, I know that much.
She was dreading it but, as things turned out, apart from the work aspect, it was fine.
There was no such dread here at home. I went shopping then, at lunch time, took the girls up to the park for a bit of ball throwing.
In the Avenue of Trees, I noticed a tree’s been felled.
I assume it was either diseased, dead or in danger of falling after a lightning strike. It’s an unusual event in the park as they are loathe to get rid of trees unless it’s completely necessary. I wouldn’t be surprised if, in a little while, a new tree is planted nearby.
In the distance, I could see a fresh mound of wood chippings. It’s probably leftover tree. It will supply relief from the mud as we move out of pleasant to slushy weather.
Back at home, the puppies were worn out enough to have an extensive nap while I pottered around the house.
They must have been quite exhausted because Emma doesn’t usually put up with Freya touching her for too long.
