It's been very quiet here recently. It seems that in the face of the national news (or non-news, your choice) and the horrific actual news of yet more school shootings that my encouragement for you to keep your supplies up and your gas tanks full rings a bit hollow.
How does a person absorb the hate and discontent that seems to be rampant in our country & translate it into something that doesn't eat their guts out? Offering reminders of being prepared for bad weather seem, if not puerile, then at least to be avoiding the larger issues.
In all my life I have never seen so many supposed adults who have nothing better to do than pick apart the survivors of the Florida school shooting - call them names that I reserve for my most annoying enemies and suggest things far worse than the words to that old song:
"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"
"May an elephant caress you with his toes"
"May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose"
"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"
I am not a praying sort of person - I sometimes send up a few "hopes" for family and friends who are going through hard times and I certainly agree that there is probably some higher power. All that said, I certainly wish I could believe that all the prayers and hopes that people are slinging at their choice of "those who may be listening" will actually do some good.
So I go to the gym and wish I didn't always have to lighten the load on each machine before I can get it to move. I go to aerobics, stand in the back so no one can see how little I'm doing. In between times I try out new and exotic ways to make my back stop hurting and ponder how little I have really learned in all these years about what makes people tick...or tock!
In the meantime, maybe we all go back to the basics as enumerated by that wonderful philosopher TC who writes the Bangor Police Department Facebook page: Keep your hands to yourself, leave other people's things alone, and be kind to one another.
That and a full tank of gas will at least get us out of town!
You gotta admit, that flying up your nose would be pretty uncomfortable...just sayin!
