Monday 15th July

After the trial comes the fall out.   TV anchors interviewing all the relatives, friends, neighbours, acquaintances of everyone involved in the case.  Demonstrations all over the country by everyone who wants to play the race card.   I don't think though that anyone who  watched the trial every day, or was connected with it, seriously thinks George Zimmerman was rascist.   Yes, he profiled the victim, but not because he was black but because he was a teenager, wearing a hoodie, and looked 'up to no good'.

The jury - who are normally signed up for all the talk shows as soon as a trial is over - refused to give any interviews or wanted their names released.   One juror though, astonishingly, had her literary agent obviously on stand by, and has just signed up for her 'tell all' book, which is probably why the other five jurors are keeping quiet.   The cynic in me wondered  how she bought their silence, are they getting a 'cut' from the proceeds.

And how long will it be, I wonder, before juries in Britain realise that there is money to be made from it.   I can't see it happening though.

We have had some very heavy drenching rain.   Because it was coming down literally in sheets I tried to photograph it, but it doesn't really show it.

You know how, when we have a bright sunny day, we smile at each other and say what a nice day it is.  Here, warm, sunny days and cloudless blue skies go unnoticed, but heavy torrential rain - that's when people smile at each other and say how nice to see the rain.

Although it brightened up later it was cooler than it has been.

 Except in Phoenix AZ though, 109.

In the north east though they are "suffering" from a heatwave.

 They think that's hot.   The wimps.  They should come here, we'll show them hot.    I have to say though in fairness, that I don't think they have air conditioning in their houses there, whereas we couldn't live without it.

I've been running around today.  I saw the doctor about my headaches, but she couldn't say what the cause could be, she prescribed something for the pain.    I had to take the car to Terry, a windscreen wiper blade packed up.   I also called at the Senior Centre as a friend had attached my latest needlework project to a cushion cover back.  Unfortunately though she smokes, so I've had to 'air' it before sending it to its recipient.  It is called 'Follow that Boat'.

But in spite of my unexpected expenditures with doctors, prescriptions and windscreen wipers, I booked a little weekend break, a Retreat with Episcopal Women in Navasota, Texas, from the 2 - 4 August.  It is about 200 miles west of Beaumont.  I think I will potter down there on the highways, instead of the interstate, and stop overnight somewhere, like I do going to Beaumont.