strange daze indeed

no way around it. the ways of this world can really get to an old gal like me sometimes. and lately it's been so painful just to read any hear any watch ANYTHING news-related. but i do-always. and then i'll be at my droll little job wondering why it is that i feel like screaming out loud. so much loss. so many people. how can this be happening-how did we LET it happen? not just new orleans. everywhere. everyone and everything. all so distorted.

but no. i go about the day, taking care of everyone's issues while stuffing this growing frustration with the people in this country. the ones who refuse to face the truth about why people waited so long in new orleans. and then i remember me- as a child, already seeing the ugliness of racism. and sometimes even feeling ashamed to be a white person because of that ugliness. maybe that's what happens when you grow up watching martin luther king speak the truth with such eloquence- only to be murdered.

on a familial note, i had a very quick tour of the greater san francisco bay area on saturday, when i drove my charming young son to oakland. we also stopped and saw college daughter on the way there, and then i stopped again at college daughter's on the return trip. she and i had dinner together, and then i hit the road for home. i was in 5 different counties and crossed 3 major bridges, and drove about 350 miles. all in a days work. it was hard to say goodbye to my boy. having him around all summer was a precious gift. there were so many times that i just marveled at my luck as a mom, to have him in this life of mine. my kids make sense when absolutely nothing else does.

but seriously, something has GOT to give. i will bet that the peace march this saturday in d.c. will be hugely powerful. people are pissed-collectively.


...nobody said there'd be days like these. strange days indeed. (most peculiar, mama)