What a beautiful morning. I simply love sitting on the front porch listening to my gorgeous wind chimes. I’ve had one of them since my days in Pacifica. It’s tones take me back to that little backyard patio, the fog, the seashells, my Golden Retrievers Calvin and Sundance, the tang of the sea air. The chimes have seen better days. I’ve had them restrung several times, the last by a guitar maker/airplane builder in Saratoga. He strung them with airplane wire, said he thought that’d last the best. So far so good. They make me happy. They make me smile.
The dear daughter is in the yard in her pajamas and new BOGS (had to invest in the new boots, even though its spring, hopefully they’ll make it through the fall) playing with Caroline. (She’s the doll by the way). There go the boots. At least the coat is still on. It’s rather chilly with the breeze. Well actually, it’s a step or two up from a breeze. But what’s a few knots as far as wind goes, right?
The woodpeckers are busy up in the trees. One keeps trying the utility lightpole post, not sure why. Part of me wishes he’d come to the house and start on the ants.
I just watched our resident gray squirrel climb a VERY tall aspen tree (which is a difficult thing to do for squirrels, the trunks are rather smooth) and perch out on a dead branch, higher than the utility light pole. He just sat there, surveying the world. The damn gophers are busy out yonder. One was right outside the fence of the front yard until the girls started messing around out there. Bastard. What I wouldn’t give for that badger to return. He cleaned them out a couple of years ago. Right now a couple of them are playing chase out there. Kind of funny to watch until I remember how much they annoy me.
The chipmunks are multiplying in front of my eyes it seems, though to be honest I haven’t seen the babies yet. They are cute I will admit. There are just so damn many of them.
The chickadees have headed up the mountain to wherever they go for the spring and summer. I miss them. They’re the ones who eat from our hands. The pine siskins haven’t shown up yet, though we’ve got a few red-headed finches. Our stellar jays are even gone. They got chased away by a gang of crows in the last few weeks.
And so the world turns here in our small little piece of heaven. So far removed from the ugliness and despair and hopelessness that is pervasive in some people’s lives. I am so blessed. My heart hurts for those less fortunate than me and mine. My heart hurts for the mothers who have had to bury their sons, lost to senseless acts of violence. Committed by the ones who are supposed “to protect and to serve.”
Again, as I wrote earlier, I don’t support violence. But if I get quiet long enough and I let myself wander into the territory that I think they must inhabit, then I can maybe get an inkling of what their life might be like. The despair, the hopelessness, the hunger, the fear, the loss of faith that it could be better. And why would that not drive someone to rage and anger? They have nothing left. And nothing will change until we start to understand that. And more mothers will bury more sons.
Don’t talk to me about “pulling themselves up by their bootstraps.” Don’t give me that crap about they just need to get a job. And don’t get all sanctimonious and self-righteous and ask “how can they do this to their community??” And don’t speak to me of “thugs.” (Here’s looking at you FAUX News.) Bullshit. All of it. The man who asked a pathetic CNN reporter had it right: “So you’re telling me that broken windows are worse than broken spines?”
I could go on. I won’t. I need to step away. The only thing I can do is change my piece of the world. Something to work on. I will teach my daughter that just because someone looks differently than us, or speaks differently than us doesn’t mean they are not worthy.
One more thing. Just another little question I have. This whole brou-ha-ha about a book about the Clintons and their money? WTF? The flipping Koch brothers can proclaim they’re going to spend $1 BILLION of their cool cash and noone raises an eyebrow??? Bill and Hillary Clinton make millions from speaking engagements and such and that’s news? People donate to their foundation (which I really thought was just Bill’s, but who’s getting technical, right?) and that’s not ok? It’s a foundation. The flipping man from India didn’t give it to Bill or Hillary. He gave it to the foundation. A foundation that then takes the money and spends it on whatever issues it works on, globally. Give me a flipping break. And some of the other claims in this ridiculous book? That Hillary Clinton, as Secretary of State, could veto some piece of legislation that would have affected some Russian deal? Are you flipping kidding me? Since when on Allah’s green earth can the Secretary of State veto legislation???? Did the author not take American Government as a high school student? Oy vey. The stupid. It’s giving me a headache.
Be careful what you read out there folks. It’s getting downright crazy.
The coffee’s cold (too breezy out here). The Mac is taking a beating as I’m hitting the keys in frustration, so I perhaps should stop before I break something.
Back to wind chimes and squirrels and red-headed finches and pairs of mating ducks circling overhead. Ahhhhhhh. That’s better.
Vaya con dios.