Tuesday, June 6, 2017
All Things Pass
We're having some rather inclement weather this morning. It's been furiously windy all night and the poor Maltese Cross flowers have been beaten almost horizontal. They'll perk up in a few days, though. This morning the tiny gray tits are on the bird feeder and the squirrels are running their "highway" atop our garden fence, so life goes on.
Which is what happens when things get rough, right? They're rough for a while and then life goes on. A lesson I could apply both to this week's events at London Bridge and our struggles with Dave's illness. Nothing is permanent. All things change; all things pass, one way or another.
Thanks for your comments yesterday regarding Dave's Crohn's. I don't want to sound like I'm frustrated with Dave -- it's more the illness itself, although as I said I do think we need to do a better job of management. I'm sure I'm not half as frustrated as Dave is. Maybe once this week is past and his last two middle school concerts are finished (tonight and Thursday) we'll have more time to focus on how to approach the doctors in early July.
He's not completely laid-out. We were talking last night about what to do for his birthday and he's got his eye on some Michelin-starred restaurants, where he says he will indulge in the wine pairings. It's all about priorities!
As for terrorism, I think Jenny O is correct in her observation that many young men are susceptible to a kind of extreme group-think, the camaraderie of a united effort that promises to bring "righteousness" to the world as well as money and fame and women to those involved. I'm sure young men who are otherwise relatively powerless in their lives are particularly vulnerable.
Speaking of terrorism, am I the only one who dislikes Facebook's "I am safe" feature? I mean, I know people are concerned -- and I used it for the first time on Sunday, because I was asked, and I could conceivably have been in the part of London that was attacked. But marking myself "safe" after such an incident feels very egotistical. "There's been a terrible disaster but I'm fine!" The odds that I as an individual would be involved in a random attack (especially after 10 p.m.!) are vanishingly small, and marking myself safe seems to claim it in a way that feels inappropriate.
It looks like it's raining now. Olga is not going to want to go on her walk.
(Photo: Loading furniture in Soho.)