I’m glad I’m not Condoleeza Rice. The matters I deal with consume enough energy that I can’t imagine having the fate of the world as a daily concern.
The two big summer events in this neighborhood, the Barnstable County Fair and the annual Pops concert, are done; around 4:30 this morning, I could hear them tearing down the Fair.
I stayed at the Pops only a few minutes, but watched the 15 minute fireworks display from the High School, which was the perfect venue – unobstructed view, easy to get in, easy to get out, and only a few people there.
My eldest grandchild and I benefitted yesterday from the generosity of neighbors, one of whom let us have exclusive use of their in-ground pool, and another of whom invited us spur-of-the-moment to a nice birthday celebration.
I finished a contract and started another, getting a full-time job offer in the middle, which would be a great thing except that it involves a lot of airline travel, no longer the bearable experience it used to be even a year or two ago.
My former client sent a furious email to his colleagues about his dog’s being attacked at work by another dog. Seems to me that allowing animals in the workplace is just another one of those precious but ill-conceived policies that some business owners adopt for PR reasons.
The dog who was hurt is a tiny little fellow, very good-natured. His owner is normally a circumspect, politically astute individual, which makes his outburst astonishing and no doubt completely justified. Obviously, he’s been pushed to the edge in more ways than one.
We got a short break from the worst of the heat and humidity, which we are told to our regret will return shortly and last until at least Friday.