Meanwhile, of course, goes the whirl of news around our lives, what's often been a faster whirl of "this happens then this happens then somehow this other thing happens" than I'd usually experienced before.
I've been watching some of the protests, some of which have been extraordinary. The Tuesday night crowd completely filling the Burnside Bridge between west and east Portland, with thousands lying silently on the pavement for nearly nine minutes to mark the loss of George Floyd, who died from cops holding him down on a road and kneeling on his neck for nearly nine minutes. A horrible, ugly death; an overwhelming, quietly furious response. And, like I said, extraordinary.
Another tiny memoir of life, contained in this blog entry.