Thursday, December 3, 2015
Still Not the Happiest Post
I just wrote a lengthy post that began with San Bernardino and discussed all my doubts about the condition of our world -- the guns, the economy, the scramble for resources and wealth, the prospects for the future. And then I published it. And then, just as quickly as I could, I unpublished it.
Because what do I know?
Remember how grandmothers used to say "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all?" That's kind of how I feel this morning. I mean, we all NEED to say something in certain venues -- like at the ballot box. But I'm not sure that my own personal (ultimately quite pessimistic) views about the future of the planet contribute in a meaningful way to the conversation.
And I don't want to be part of the engine of gloom. That doesn't mean I'm looking the other way. But maybe a better role for me is to just put up my pictures and talk about my life with Dave and Olga and offer a reprieve from all that.
So, be glad you have been spared. Kind of.
Unfortunately, there's not a lot to talk about regarding life with Dave and Olga this morning. The houseplant carnage has not been repeated -- we're thinking that it's best to bring Olga with us when we go to bed, rather than leaving her out in the living room and allowing her to make her own way to us on her own time. Less chance of a late-night encounter with Foxy Fox that way.
We watched "Homeland" last night -- it's making less and less sense to me these days -- and we discussed the planning of our Florida trip in December. It's growing increasingly complicated. Families!
(Photo: Lewisham, South London, in September.)