I checked on the survivors of days of soaking rain. A lot have rotted, and some are bouncing back. I focused on the survivors. Maria and I are going to Dorset, Vt., to see some live theater tonight. It’s been a couple of years – much too long. The  Williamstown Theater Festival has gotten mired in a crisis and drama of diversity, racism, a troubled economy, and bad working conditions. It shut down its theater, our favorite theater company in the area.

Now that it’s just another hot mess.

Hopefully, they’ll get it together again. The director asked all of us, theatergoers, to help them be more diverse, humane, and less racist. I think my job is buying tickets to see the theater and donating money when I can; I’m not interested in doing their human resources. Am I cold?

The Dorset, Vt. theater festival in Vermont is still functioning, and we’ve signed up for some shows. They do a lot of good work. The first is tonight. Live theater is one of my favorite things in the world; it’s also in great jeopardy nationwide. Maybe I should take up soccer. See you in the morning.

I don’t understand why some flowers shriveled up and died in the rain; others seem nourished. I think I might need to get some more plants. It’s too late to plant seeds for most flowers.

I like these red firecrackers; they are strong and beautiful, and odd.

This blue looked like a painting to me.