Good morning. Happy 4th of July! It's a big one. This nation is 250 years old. I'm 51 years old. And it occurs to me writing this I have always been happy to be an American.
I got to play and coach baseball. My family all the way back to my great grandparents have been supportive. I have had the freedom to say what I want to say privately and publicly. We have homeschooled our kids for close to 20 years. I received a free public education. I got to read radical books without persecution. I get to deliver mail and packages in Springbrook, the community where I live. We have a native plant nursery in our front yard. I sit Zen meditation every morning. And I buy Bitcoin.
Socially friends, family, and neighbors might raise their eye brows, but the powers that be have left my family and I alone.
My family is starting to wake up. I'm at the kitchen table. A paid day off from the mail trail. Another thing I am grateful for.
Once and awhile someone will have something good to say about these morning updates. I appreciate it. I have made it a practice. I have thought about being more private. I lived for years that way. It was a pleasure. Less stressful. Less self concern and all that. Yet this pushes my comfort zone. Challenges me to be more open and vulnerable and connect on a human level.
Ok, I gotta go. I hope you have a great 4th of July weekend!
Oh, the picture. Annie texted that to me while I was on the mail trail the other day. It's an early sunflower. She and our oldest son were out in the meadow identifying plants.
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