Everything is okay.
I just skyped with my son and grandson! Two lovely young men. My daughter appears to be thriving in Haiti, finding work to do that matters.
The new pooch, Ella, continues to shine at Dog Obedience School and was able to find canine friends to play with in the snow at the local school yard both yesterday morning (on a walk with me) and this afternoon (on a walk with David).
David and I went to a very lousy concert on Friday night. Well meaning, but overwhelmingly awful.
Work is stressful. We're supposed to get more snow on Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm supposed to go to NYC on Thursday to attend a one-day seminar.
People are rising up in Egypt, following Tunisia, and touching off things in Jordan, and Yemen, and Lebanon. An older Israeli woman interviewed on TV said "we're afraid, we're all afraid." A young Israeli woman said "why shouldn't the poor in Egypt have jobs and enough food and their rights."
A cyclone heads for Queensland, already flooded, in Australia.
The world turns. Things change. Uprisings. Fists. Men wave flags on tanks. Soldiers mix into the crowd, shout slogans. Women in veils march in the streets. Fierce.
Hope lays out there in the world like the ground holding the memory of grass lays frozen beneath the thick snow cover, so deep you think it could last forever. It can't. Spring will out.
Peace. Peace. peace.
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