FOR CEE’S FOTD
Trump has promised to slash taxes on the wealthy, increase tariffs across the board, and deport at least 11 million immigrant workers. According to the analysts, these policies would trigger a recession by mid-2025. The economy would slow to an average growth of 1.3%. At the same time, tariffs and fewer immigrant workers would increase the costs of consumer goods. That inflation—reaching 3.6%—would result in 3.2 million fewer jobs and a higher unemployment rate.
Trump’s proposed tariffs would not fully offset his tax cuts, adding trillions to the national debt.
You can read her full report HERE.
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5 AM and there have already been two long progressions of cohetes de trueno ( thunder rockets)—aptly named fireworks loud enough to raise the dead!!! The LOUD music from town was still going strong at 2 AM. Not much of a chance for a good night’s sleep during the ten day long San Juan Bautista celebration in San Juan Cosala! Maybe I’ll venture down the mountain to see what’s going on today. After so many years, I’m turning into a bit of a hermit so far as the different village festivals. (5:29 AM, as I complete this post—another long progression of explosions. Guess I’m up for good.) (5:36, another long progression of explosions, accompanied by cheerful music. They sound like giant firing squads..don’t know how else to describe it.)
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #27” Today’s number is 148. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find under that number and include a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below.
Adventure’s End
“Holy smoke!” the young man cries, pulling on the reins,
his heartbeats quickened, sending blood surging through his veins.
This glorious adventure—this quest across the plains,
fording raging waters, swollen by the rains,
seems to have turned against him as the arrow whizzes by,
shaving off his hat brim just inches from his eye.
He cradles fear, as weeping, he whips the plodding team,
prodding them to frenzy as though within a dream.
The bitter taste of panic, one brief surge of regret,
causes him to finally accept his sobriquet.
When his mother named him Chauncey which his dad shortened to “Chance,”
it signaled wild adventure and dangerous romance,
and as he set out on his travels to find fortune and fame,
not once did he consider the two sides to his name.
Now he rests forever beside that lonely road
that in his youth he thought would lead him to the mother lode.
For Sunday Whirl Wordle 660 the words are: holy plains waters beats travel weeping veins cradle rained taste brief glorious Image from Unsplash.
I love it when this particular hibiscus bush is blooming as I not only pass it on the way to the hammock but can view it from the hammock. My neighbor David can see it from his porch that is so high up that they can see over my wall. He asked for a cutting and so now has one of his own, which I, lowdown as i am, cannot see.
For Cee’s FOTD
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My friend Aurora generously drove me to Guad to try for the third time to get my papers straightened out. I got up at 5 A.M.to get ready to head out to Guad.. Got home at 5:30 P.M. It was a looooong day with lots of walking. Thanks, Aurora. They said they’ll let me know in 2 to 4 weeks if I am finally straightened out.
For Cellpic Sunday
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These photos were taken just prior to our first good night of rain. The arty shots were created with Luna.
For Whatsoever is Lovely.
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