Finding lost family
Time to focus on the task at hand; in just a few minutes, we will serve as the place to stay for two lads and their dog. Nothing permanent. A few hours off-time for the parents. We’ve brought in some bags of non-nutritional food, and my TV will offer channels from (I actually don’t know). We’ll discover, together.
Days like today are hard to explain. We’ve had construction all afternoon, and now some distraction. I guess I’m best to write while a sense of calm exists.
I’ve been trying to figure out, based on some old photos, where exactly I worked while in high school. Yes, I remember the address, but things change over time. And the photos, from a local history book, show buildings that no longer stand. It’s a game. Pointless, perhaps, but one way to sew the past, the present and me into a bundle. Maybe my kids will be interested. Or not.
Look at that! The US senate has approved some pandemic assistance. A lot of money by my standards, but in a nation where the military wants for nothing and folks go hungry, seeing even token amounts is heart-warming. The figure quoted is 1.9 trillion in USD. A stack of bills that would reach into the sky and out of sight, I’m sure. Or in American terms, a blip on the radar of spending.
And in history, today, I finally found my missing grand-uncle. He wasn’t really lost, just hanging out in San Francisco. Managed to get married (three times), hold a job in retail and make a life, far from the seaside where he was still hanging out into adulthood. Nice to see a happy ending.
