Today at 11

 

Cooler today, and a bit of white on the top of the Rock

 

The Glenn-Tuckers--Jarndyce vs Jarndyce in Indian Territory--progress on ONE OKIE'S RACIAL RECKONINGS

 I started this October 4 and finished a good draft late today. It's long. This was one of the harder chapters because I knew the family beginning from my own memories then knew nothing except we were kept off the Choctaw tribal rolls. I had no idea how the Choctaw leaders had managed to exclude us and what I discovered, just doing basic research, was horrific each phase at a time, first one shocker, then the next, right through to the punishment of the 3 judges--one dying in late stages of alcoholism, one slitting his throat after a long alcoholic binge, another ignoring a sore on the toe that gangrene attacked to the point that the good doctors cut off his leg and the thigh and he died the next morning. 

Since a young fellow at Stanford last year had talked about enucleation (taking out my good right eye) and a young woman her had talked about amputation of part of my left leg last year, I was more sympathetic to the losers than you might think. What I concluded is that young doctors have a checklist of operations they have performed and if they have not done an amputation, like the young woman here, they are apt to do one without exhausting other options. It goes on their CVSs.

I have 2 more hard chapters to do. One of them is about two of my cousins, not kin to each other, who were falsely accused of atrocities, together then led remarkable lives, separately. Here I think I know all the episodes already--but, who knows? One is about my kinfolks killed at the Mountain Meadows Massacre and partly about the strange half-life one of the children who was not killed but returned to Arkansas in a couple of years. This will be controversial.

Ring the doorbell as much as you like, I will not open the door for an Unvaccinated Vagrant

 

We are at the divesting stage, not accumulating, but Mark brought us pillows from France many years ago and we felt we had to buy the footstool.

 

High tides. Today, a lagoon more than a mile long. This was 2 days ago--no beach.

 

I forgot all about the Mothers of Mayhem because I did not drive for a year and now rarely drive at school drop off or pick up time.

 But the Mothers of Mayhem are back. (You know the lyrics: "The Mothers of Mayhem have dropped off their Darlings at School" . . . .) This one was afraid of not being there at 3:30 to pick up the child.

So today I was almost knocked off the road by the Cut-off Queen. I think she allowed an inch as she pulled in front of me. Would not want to be late for the pickup.

Should I send her license number to the police?