All righty, then...I've vacuumed, shopped, arranged flowers and I might even sweep the front steps, since the gardener did not deign to show. Company - ready when you are! I haven't overeaten yet, as I haven't had time. I'd better get right on that! It's a gorgeous day and hot, which I love, and I intend to sit on the patio and read shortly. I take retirement very seriously.
In the back of my mind is Syria, and how we won't help right now because of the coming American elections. Just when you think your view is sufficiently cynical and jaded, something new pops up. I don't want us to do any unilateral thing, and maybe China and Russia really just won't budge, but the news is so disturbing and relentless, and all I can do is pray for some kind of miracle cease-fire or ending that I can't now imagine. All the callus calculations, and innocents bombarded, trapped behind lines and with no hope. My husband and I have been sending money to Doctors Without Borders and the Red Cross. But can they even get in and help? It doesn't look like it. I'm sick at heart, and it creates a bizarre split in my every day life. My peaceful life is precious, but at what cost?
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