Ashland, southern Oregon – Sunday 28, 2026
Our June cooldown continues. 53 F under muttering graybeard clouds. 69 has a small chance of being the high, although 69 was briefly seen yesterday in one bright, sun spangled minute.
Rather have the light right and faint sunshine than the wildfires and drought. Drought is still on, the city reminds us. Conserve water.
Optimism that we’re all in this together flags as we go past the universe where its water sprinklers keeping their campus green and healthy.
That’s not city drinking water, it’s explained; that’s the Talent Irrigation District water. Some mumble back, water is water, but no; like money these days, it’s all in specific buckets. You must have access to the correct bucket to get the money and water.
Wonkette’s coverage of Trump 250 is maddening because it’s true. The tawdry ‘national state fair’ stinks from Trump’s malignancy. I grit my teeth while reading it.
The fair is like the Lincoln reflecting pool, a cheap mess. They try papering over mistakes but anyone with eyes can see it. Who we kidding? That’s like everything Trump has touched. Cheap, papered over.
It’s also sad and fascinating – sadcinating – how often Trump claims to do something for We the People but end up making it about himself. And how often Trump says we don’t have money for schools, the poor, etc., while he spends money for the Epstein ballroom, his war with Iran, more billions for ICE, and an estimated $162,000,000 for golfing.
Your Trump Quote of the Day:

With Trump, gas is now $4, $5 a gallon. Diesel gas is still averaging $5 a gallon nationally.
Musically, my morning mental music stream was filled with “Diamonds & Rust” by Joan Baez. While the song is about a former love calling and chatting on the phone, it’s about the emotional weight of broken promises to me. So when I thought about Trump today, I thought of empty promises and broken trust. The Neurons then introduced “Diamonds & Rust”.
I wish for you the very best of luck and happiness.
Cheers








