Rocky Mountain Way

The nonsense continues. My cousin has appeared on MSNBC and other places, and has not acquitted himself well at all. His grandstanding is going to result in a very expensive lawsuit, one the county cannot afford. I'm pretty sure that, from the family perspective, my silence is speaking volumes. Not that anyone except my parents would really care, and, frankly, their opinions are the only ones that I want to engage with.

Well, amend that. There's Cassandra, my fave cousin. She's on the other side of the family, very close to me on the political and social spectra. We're watching this with a mix of disgust and fascination.

Hit-and-miss weekend. Wanted to see Macbeth Friday night, but weather didn't cooperate. Went down to Waterfront Park, saw Jeffersonville's fireworks show and the Bats' as well, and got home in time to see the last few bursts from the JCC. Smoke from the last mixed with the rising mists and the orange glow from streetlights to give my quiet little street a lovely otherworldly look. Tried again on Saturday night, but the concert was not pet-friendly, so we stayed in and goofed off.

Saw Inside Out last night. Not impressed at all.

Ben's wedding is Friday night. This is going to be a fun evening.