This week we’re celebrating our 21st wedding anniversary, a number that might confound the skeptics but makes us happy. Yesterday we had lunch in the Rozelle Room in the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, a space that lends itself to retrospection… perspective… and projection. I wondered out loud if we might have another 21 years in us and neither of us laughed, so we’ll see. I’d be 99 years old and Kim would still be the kid he’s always been, but what’s life without the challenges, right?
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The Rozelle Room. It’s casually elegant and the museum is a 3-day experience, so we’ll be going back soon. Yesterday we primarily saw the Egyptian exhibition and the one for Photography, half of which is currently closed for renovations. It’s a pretty wonderful place and good for getting steps in if you’re counting.
Flash flooding on July 6, 2025 in Hunt, Texas. Heavy rainfall caused flooding along the Guadalupe River in central Texas with multiple fatalities reported. (Photo by Jim Vondruska/Getty Images)
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Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, it’s been a spring and summer of rain so it’s a Water World all over the place except where it isn’t, because there’s always the odd exception. So far our heavenly blessings have been copious but benign, and we’re living in the middle of more green than I’ve seen in all my previous years put together. That kind of benevolence hasn’t held true for much of the U.S. and other parts of the planet, however, and our hearts are aligned with all who’ve lost everything to the violent weather patterns. The chaos and destruction only add to an ever-increasing list of How Do I Handle THIS? occurrences, further complicating the simple act of existing for people already stretched to jusssst about their absolute limit. So sorry for the injustice of it all, world.
The Kansas City Metro area is reporting some off-the-chart rainfall totals from overnight:
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Our neighborhood report shows 4″ so we weren’t slighted. Kim got up at 3am and peered through the blinds because he thought we were getting pounded by hail, but all the noise was coming from huge raindrops pelting the wall-to-wall windows. Must have been deafening and I’m envious since I miss out on all the night-time storms now, pore me. Okay, that’s enough weather, one of the least-endorsed subjects to yammer on about, jeez! Pretty sure I can find an alternate subject, hang on a minute.
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E’erbody still here? I hope you enjoyed your lunch as much as I did mine, which was a tasty rendition of minestrone soup. And yes, you’ve caught me stalling. The daily glut of information and shenanigans is such that I don’t even know where to start, so I don’t. Every day, though, the challenges become more of a thing, so this would be no time to tune out.
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It’s hard to say precisely what we need to happen in the world, right here, right now, but daily magic isn’t a bad choice:
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Could be time to return to our roots and get back to the beginning. The VERY beginning, if such a thing exists.
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In the face of overwhelming reality, every bit of beauty we can put back into the world makes a difference, so pitch in, beautiful people.
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