It is humid. Rain has made it more humid. Aaron said, ‘As a young child,” It is really human outside.’ I liked the correlation between humidity and humans. We are all human. It is a strange state of being, and it is all we know. I have grown accustomed to humanity. The spiritual elements that comprise us are a miracle for a creature composed of dirt and water. We are spiritual beings in earthen vessels.

Sunday spreads its wings before us. Each day is an adventure and a particular challenge. Like snowflakes, no two are alike. Not knowing what awaits us, we prepare for eventualities. We have no GPS or roadmap. Our journey is by faith, not by sight. Eating food outside is fun. It reminds us of our past when we hunted and gathered. It was not so long ago that we were an agricultural society. Speaking of AI was Science Fiction. I recall my wonder at the internet. It was difficult to imagine what I was being told. The world was as close as your computer and your dial-up modem if you had the patience of Job. Video over the internet was unheard of in my world when I read that soon the primary conveyor of movies and media would be streaming. There would be little need for VHS Tapes or Movies on Disk. We visited Blockbuster Video regularly.

I could not imagine reading books on computer screens or devices sold for that purpose. I have hundreds of books. Now I listen to books on Audible.com. Times change. We grow in many ways while diminishing in others. The President’s Big Beautiful Bill passed. Now, fans of the legislation announce that you can no longer play video games and live on Medicaid. Medicaid is for poor people who are in nursing homes or receiving medical care that is not available to them due to their poverty. Many of the President’s supporters will lose their Medicaid. The Republican Party is full of poor folks, not just the rich. So it goes.

We used to help each other. Now we look the other way or cross to the other side of the street when we see a homeless person. Telling the disadvantaged to get up off their lazy ass and get a job is a myth that I have heard since a child. I know many poor people, and they are not lazy. I come from a poor family that worked hard for its bread. Before the internet, before home computers and cable television. I recall when baloney was a delicacy, and it was even better fried. There was a government program in my little town called Relief. No one wanted to be on it. It was not fun or a key to not working; it was a meager means to avoid starvation.

The Cubs will be playing today. It is Sunday of the 4th of July Weekend. We will laugh and count our blessings while many poor people are working their asses off to survive.