Well… I’ve been laying fallow since Wanee. I really wanted to avoid starting to run my mouth about the tragedy in Boston and I’m glad I did. I’m so sick of this, ‘How did they get radicalized,’ BS. How’s about those two morons are just misbegotten murderers and common criminals. Who cares what made them do what they did? I’m glad the one is dead (run over by his own brother) and I hope the other cretin gets tried by the Feds so he can get the death penalty. I’d hate to think of our taxes supporting that SOB for the rest of his life.
I realize you can talk about vigilance all you want… probably no amount of vigilance would have prevented that massacre. I think of our neighbors and myself, where we are an hour away from the nearest response to a 911 call. We are each 911 out here. What does this mean? Not much, it’s just the way things are. I read about the ‘Thankless Immigrant’ rap and I can only say, when my grandparents came over in the late 1890’s, they talked about people they knew who came over from the old country and became criminals. What else is new? If a bare minimum of the folks in this old world almost did the right thing, what a great world it would be.
So with all this pain in the world I almost feel guilty for the blessings I have been enjoying here in Southeast Ohio. The worst stress I have been enduring of late is adapting to the feelings that aging wraps me in. Big deal, right? Richie Havens (my age) passed… You just can’t take your time on earth for granted.
Friday night was International Food night at Izze’s elementary school. Because of the University in Athens, we have a really diverse community and it sure seems like everyone is a great cook. This was restaurant quality stuff right there in the school cafeteria. Urff… good times and a great dinner.
Plunging into the weekend Saturday morning was Izze’s Recital at the Ohio University School Of Music. The kids all sounded great and Izze and Wendy Blackwood the Master Teacher played a four handed duet on two songs. Now I’m not saying she was the best… but she was great.
When we got home after the recital, the rescue dog we have been waiting to adopt showed up at Hillside Farm. He’s an eleven month old Boxer-Doodle named Maverick and he fit into the family like he had always been here. We love this dog… and soon we hope he and Zammy The Cat will learn to love each other too.
Today I went over to the Fur Peace Ranch to play for the folks at the Yoga Retreat and show them the Psylo… then home. It’s been raining off and on since last night so it was a perfect time to burn my brush pile which has been growing for a couple of years.
Last but not least, there’s been some banter about Bob Weir and I can only say that I am not qualified to editorialize on this. He and I have never had a recovery discussion so I’m not going to volunteer opinions. I have known Bob a long time and I love him dearly. I pray that he finds whatever path he needs to follow and that he lives in serenity. Nuff said…
Last but not least, let’s all pull together and make this great country of ours endure!