The skies are gray – again. It’s not that heavy gray with voluminous clouds, the kind of sky that holds some beauty despite its heaviness. It’s an even light gray, which is spitting moisture down upon us. Moisture that is vacillating between snow and rain and a mixture of both. The edges of the major three-day winter storm that is enveloping the mountains around us. What I think about that should not be repeated in public. It is March. March is the month spring arrives. What I think about that is that I need some kitten in my life.
There was a post on Facebook the other day, a video showing another way to deal with school shooters – where, instead of gathering all of the students in a classroom into one corner, the video suggested they be scattered and if the shooter enters the room, they pellet the intruder with whatever they can pick up and throw at him (the male pronoun only because thus far the shooters have been male). It seemed a good idea to me. Why not go down standing up for oneself? One of the comments on the post was made by a Canadian woman, who said as an outsider to our country she did not understand why, in America, we seem to value guns more than our children. What do I think about that? I think what I replied to her – as an insider of our country, I did not understand either. That’s what I think about that. I do not understand.
I have been getting bits and pieces of campaign news – those bits and pieces reported on the news, or included in the headlines I receive by email – so despite the fact that I have successfully avoided each and every “debate”, I do not think I am uninformed. What I think about that – the campaigns – is that they are creating a layer of fog over what matters. A layer of fog that is shrouding reason, fogging our brains, hiding what is real. What do I think about that? I think the coming election year is scary. My hope for the future of our country is growing dimmer.
Which leads quite naturally into listening to the news at night, because I feel a need to. I think I have masochistic tendencies sometimes. In the bigger city over the mountains, car break-ins have increased 119% from January to February. There have been a number of shootings lately. Masses die in the fight against terrorists in those far-away countries of Asia, but the terrorists are still there. Israel and Palestine cannot agree on anything. That’s not so strange, really, when we consider how few people/countries/leaders can agree on anything. But this is what I think about all of that:
It makes me crazy. It makes me yearn for blue skies, walks along the beach in the company of my furry girls and the driftwood piled up by the winds and waves. It makes me wish we could all take the time to smell the roses, give the benefit of the doubt, demonstrate patience and tolerance. While I wait, I will be happy I live where I do, a place that doesn’t have much culture to offer and shopping is limited, but a place where terrorists would have no reason to strike, my furry girls and I can wander down the road no matter the time of day without fear, where the deer and the coyotes play, birds sing their songs and the squirrels chase each other around the tree trunks.
I play a couple of games on my iPad, and often there will be a level in one or the other of them that just refuses to cooperate and let me get through it. When that happens to both games at the same time – what I think about that is that I’m not too bright that I continue to play these games. I also play a solitaire game, which offers me the option of a random shuffle or a winning deal. I’m not completely stupid, so I always pick the “winning deal”. What I think about that is that I should be winning – all of the time. Why don’t I? What I think is that’s misrepresentation.
What I think about all of this is that some days it’s hard to keep the chin up, shoulders back, and face the world with a smile. What I think about all of that is finding the silver lining is harder some days than others. What I think about living life in these days – it’s better than the alternative.