We took Toby in the golf cart to the Palm Cafe at the Dunedin Fine Art Center for lunch.
The temperature was only 89 degrees today, not as hot as it has been. And the breeze was blowing 11 mph.
Toby did the best yet at a restaurant.
We got the salmon pita wraps and side salad. Delicious!
The tile sample I ordered arrived after lunch.
I really like it. Every other tile is frosted with other tiles having a faint lined paper backing in white.
The lines are light gray and varied in width and spacing. This close up shows the details pretty well. John likes it, but he hasn't give up on finding something with more color. I'm open minded about it.
We went to the dermatologists this morning in nearby Palm Harbor. I had him look at this spot on my forearm that I hadn't noticed before. He said it looked harmless, but since I hadn't noticed it before he cut it off and sent it off for biopsy. Today was our dermatologist's last day at the practice, but we learned that the organization has added a Dunedin dermatology location. It's located on Main Street, less than 3 miles from our house and accessible via golf cart. Since our doctor is leaving anyway, we're going to look into transferring to this new location. Since it's the same organization, it seems our insurance would be accepted. We won't have to cross dangerous 19 that's going to be under major construction for the next few years. John had some warts burned off but was otherwise okay.
After lunch, I rode my bike down to Weaver Park for yoga and weight lifting. I passed Cedar Creek (flowing out of Hammock Park) and got this picture of two kayakers heading under the alt. 19 bridge out to St. Joseph Sound. There was an 11 mph breeze at the park, so yoga was not as difficult as it was Wednesday when the concrete felt like a brick oven.
Toby took a nap while I read in the sunroom.
Thoughts on today's news . . .
The Supreme Court made it easier to deny services to gay people today. The ruling today made it so a website designer can refuse to design a website for a gay couple getting married based on her religious beliefs that supporting gay marriage was immoral. It will now be possible for any business to make similar claims and deny services to gay people; that was the point of bringing this case to the Supreme Court: to establish a precedent to build on in future cases. One such future case may be the law DeSantis signed recently making it legal for health care providers (doctors, nurses, pharmacists, lab technicians, even employees in health insurance companies) to deny services to gays, lesbians, and transgender patients if offering those services goes against their "sincerely held religious beliefs." It's likely that the current Supreme Court would go along with that based on today's ruling, if someone were to sue the state of Florida and for appeals to make it to the Supreme Court. Hundreds of similar laws have been passed nationwide in conservative states in the last year.
The ruling has hit us hard because of what it may portend. John and I just have to keep focusing on our kind doctors who treat us with respect and our many supportive neighbors. Today, at the dermatologist, John went first and while I was with the doctor, John made both of our appointments for next year and paid the balance on my bill. When I came out, the desk clerks said, "Your husband made your appointment and paid the balance due, so there's nothing you have to do." The assistant asked how long we had been married. When I told her we'd been together over 30 years, she asked: "What's your secret?" I told her the secret is to learn how to argue and to develop a good sense of humor. They were so kind. However, I'm not going to lie: today's court decision does make me afraid and I find it humiliating to wonder if the next encounter will be with a kind person or some other sort throwing bible verses at me. Even going to our first meeting with the kitchen designer made us anxious, not knowing how she might treat us. Fortunately, she was very nice and didn't show any discomfort or awkwardness.
I imagine our anxiety is similar to the way many black people felt during the Jim Crow era whenever they would go shopping, take the bus, or go on a vacation. I've read stories about how difficult it was for a black family to travel overnight in the South during that time. Even if they could somehow manage to make motel reservations over the phone, when they showed up, in full color, the reservation was somehow "lost" and there were no vacancies. The black people would never know when a business or public service might reject them, harass them, or even worse kill them. To instill fear and humiliation is the point of discrimination, in addition to the oppressor's need to feel superior.



















































