On not blogging

I’ve not wanted to blog since I got here and I realise now it’s because my brain was tired, and I needed to relax completely - I just needed to read, play, talk, and blob.

Also when I arrived, the weather was cold and cloudy, while at home a heatwave had started after the longest winter I can remember. I was discombobulated to be here, when my tulips at home were opening - the tulips I’ve been eagerly awaiting for months and months. It felt somehow disloyal to have left my garden just when it was coming alive - no, not disloyal exactly. But I felt as if I wanted to be there to welcome all the spring flowers and the new leaves on our hawthorn and silver birch, and the lime trees in the field across the road.

I’m over that now. It’s warm and sunny. The girls blow everything else out of my head, in any case.

But currently I’m in Denver for a few days staying in an Airbnb place with Karen, the ageing hippie from California, who flew into Colorado so we could catch up.

There are photographs I want to post on here, but I have a new iPad and it doesn’t support Blogger, which means I am doing it in a roundabout way and shan’t be able to post photographs until I get back to Boulder and Isaac’s laptop.

That’s about it for now. Except to say that we went to the Colorado history museum yesterday and I learned for the very first time that after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbour, thousands of Japanese Americans were interned in camps, losing their homes and their livelihoods, because they were thought to be a threat to American security. I had no idea this happened. Why not? Did you know?