My best friend posts stuff supporting Trump to facebook all the time. But a job dealing with people at their worst in a majority black city has left him irrevocably racist and angry that he's not enjoying the benefits of white privilege people with jobs in predominantly white cities do, so Trump's propaganda is tailor-made to appeal to him.

I have enthusiastic Trump supporters among my FB fans. I won't bother to engage until after the primaries are over. They will likely end up blocking me this summer when it is ON. I do point out when any side posts all out lies, because I do appreciate it if I share something false and it is brought to my attention. But mostly just ignoring until it gets closer to showtime.

I have a wheelbarrow!

Did you want a wheelbarrow?

On the flip side (not of wheelbarrows!), my mother is finding that her church community just assumes everyone in their circle is for Bernie, which is not the case!

Yes! I've been wanting one for a while, but nsm to have to haul it in my car. But someone in the neighborhood was selling one for about half what they are new. So I walked over and bought it. No wrestling it into the car.

flushed water heater. messy, tiring, hopefully got enough scale and gunk out of it to stop the banging.

also did a 5K this morning.

I bought cat litter and soap, picked up cheese, fruit, and a wrap sandwich at the organic grocery, swept my living room, scrubbed my toilet and bathtub, scrubbed my stovetop, bathroom and kitchen countertops, and put a load in the dryer. Once I take the trash and cat poop out I am done being productive for the weekend.

You all sound like you don't want America to be great again.

I've gotta do all the cleaning tomorrow. Ran out of will today. But I did decide I like people, for today.

Filling up my tank (and grumbling that it wouldn't let me buy a car wash) the guy filling up across from me asked me if I could smell him. I must've looked visibly startled and he suddenly looked horrified and started laughing "And this is why my wife tells me not to talk to strangers." He tells me he's a photographer and just came from a job for the city that had him down in a manhole taking pictures of a 200 year old terra cotta valve under under Howard street and is was feelthy and gross and he had a jumpsuit on but he's got a model shoot and doesn't think he has time to get home. I couldn't smell it on him. We talked about how cool it was to get access to stuff like that and the hidden guts of the city. And then he says "You've got a great smile. Glad I got to see it and not completely creep you out!" As I drove down Greenmount, saw him pulled over, photographing an interesting falling down house. And so I waved.

During my swim, a dad with his family came over to tell me We can't believe you've been swimming steadily this whole time, m e & the kids are really impressed and we just wanted to tell you that." And then as I was leaving, another couple of parents watching their kids swim stopped to ask me about my swimming and my lap counter. Mom was like "you made me wish I could get in the water and do that. Maybe next time. If I can make it a lap..."

So for now, I liked people.