#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
An Aurora police officer under investigation for posing for photos at the site where Elijah McClain was violently arrested last year has tendered his resignation, the department announced in a tweet Thursday afternoon.
~ SAM TABACHNIK, Denver Post
https://www.denverpost.com/2020/07/02/aurora-police-resignation-elijah-mcclain-photos/
July, Day 2. First, walk the dogs, both join me, and the clouds are puffed high in the deep blue and I feel the sun drying all my soaked tendrils. I have felt so so moist, overwatered, like my plants. The sun wants to give them their blooms back, but the gardens still hold a beaten down look. I drive with my daughter to Lexington on an errand, and it feels exciting, simply to be driving streets I haven’t looked at in some time; observing people, sidewalks, living summer life of pandemic in masks mostly. My youngest meets us from Arlington, and we drive to Concord, wander a cemetery finding the oldest gravestones, from early 1600’s, and then our lunch is ready for pick up from the Main Street Cafe. It’s such a treat to be doing something so normal, walking a pretty, historic village in summer heat with my girls. We eat our lunch under a tree on the grass. It’s so hot, we decide that Walden Pond, where we thought of walking, would be to crowded, and so we skipped that. Drove home feeling like we’d been on a pleasant adventure and change of scene. We did an errand that has taken us months, then, drove to Holliston to the dress maker to pick up the dress, my wedding dress, that my daughter had altered, but that never quite worked. It has taken a long time to retrieve it. There is lots of history, lots of change. In the late afternoon I worked on the poems from letters until I heard my son’s voice calling to Charlie in the yard, so I took a break, we walked across the yard and Charlie made the river ripple as my son told me all his news. He’s getting a dog! A rescue from Texas. A July 4th arrival. Luke. What will Charlie and Suzi think of this? I suspect they will welcome him wholeheartedly into the family. Then, in the end of the afternoon, I went and swam in Farm Pond with my friend and we talked and swam and swam and talked and the birds flew over our heads to and from island to her trees, slowing the day down. July, July July.
