Showing posts with label Falling for my life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Falling for my life. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Somewhere over the Rainbow...

This afternoon, we are blessed to be able to attend the civil union of a couple of friends of ours. I am excited at the prospect, as this is the first of several invitations we've gotten from around the country that we can actually go to. This has been such a tragic long time coming, and I know that the celebration today won't just be for Lynne and Robyn, but for every gay couple everywhere that has wanted to legalize and sanctify their love.

  I feel honored to be an observer to this historic time.

  I think I will make a small gift basket with jellies in it for them...they have everything in the world. It's either that, or a donation to the local animal shelter, which is near and dear to them both.

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  I was thinking about all the things we take for granted...being Caucasians, being heterosexuals, being Americans.  Simple little things like marriage and opportunities and freedom.  Coming up on the anniversary of 9/11 we are being saturated again with all the media blitz.  I don't minimize the horror and the anguish of the people who lost family and friends in this event. But there are countries in this world of ours that live this kind of horror every day of their lives. War is the daily occurrence in some places. Bombs and death and hunger and fear. DAILY.  We have our tree rattled by one event and it's like nothing that ever happened to anybody else in the history of the world. I know there are probably some who will brand me as a heartless bitch for saying this. I am not, I assure you. When this thing happened, I was fresh home from the hospital, unable to walk or get out of bed without assistance, and had nothing in my little world but the television and my books to keep me from cracking up. Believe me, being assaulted by these horrific images and the godawful fear that this was only the beginning of it nearly pushed me over the edge.  And then the days passed and nothing else happened. But the media didn't stop. The continued blitz of the same images over and over and over...well...at some point I was numb, like a lot of other people, I'm sure.  And now, 10 years later, it's still like it happened yesterday.  

 But it didn't happen yesterday.  And the fear mongering has not stopped. 


 I don't know. Funny how one little statement about things we take for granted can trigger such a missive. lol

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  We went to the movies last night, after a Chinese buffet, and saw Contagion. It stars Gwenyth Paltrow and Matt Damon and Kate Winslet and Laurence Fishburn.  It is an excellent movie and scary as hell. And it is a really well made description of the nature of fear and human beings. As we watched one particular part, where the looting is starting, I was mentally ticking off the state of my pantry and what things I probably needed to include. lol   The other thing that became apparent to me was that, the best a person can do to keep themselves ready for any possibilities of  food shortages is probably not going to be enough. But you can do what you can do, and hope for the best. 
 I recommend this movie and give it 5 stars! lol

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I took a header off the little porch in my neighbors garage yesterday morning.  Only about 4 inches high, and I stumbled trying to regain my balance and fell flat on my face.  Both knees and wrists took the brunt of it, along with my chest and shoulders. Crikey. Today I feel like I've been beaten with a baseball bat. "I hurt in the places where I used to play" to quote Leonard Cohen. lol  Turning into 'old lady who falls'.

I have peaches to get sliced and peeled and even if I don't get the jam made today, I can get it tomorrow. I need to get off the computer and get down to find a basket. Life is good and still busy here on Honeysuckle Hill. 


I hope everyone has a great weekend, and don't take things for granted. There are a hundred things to be grateful for every single day.



Namaste.