Checking Out
We just got back from a little R&R on the Olympic Peninsula, Marrowstone Island to be exact, Mystery Bay to be precise. The island is 7 miles long, roads running east side and west side, pretty much the same as the South End here on Commando Island. Just one store, closed after a fire. No commerce, pretty much the same as here. Paradise. Sometimes you have to leave home to appreciate your own slice of heaven, I guess.
A few days without news or word from the Outside, makes you feel like the world is not a half bad place to hang out. Course we get home and there’s the announcement of the Biden impeachment by the House, the ongoing war in Ukraine, the floods in Libya and the earthquake in Morocco. The debt ceiling is coming up. Again.
It makes a guy like me want to pull up the covers and go back to sleep. Or at least hang the hammock and listen to the breeze and the birds, let the rest of the planet deal with whatever politics or calamities they have this week. What can we do anyway? Volunteer for Doctors without Borders? Send money to the refugees fleeing Sudan by the millions? Or the Syrians? Grab a picket sign and protest in front of the Supreme Court asking the bribe takers to step down? Vote my one measley vote? Put a solar panel or two on our roof and buy an electric car?
We don’t have much say in how the world works. Although judging by some of the rants out there on the internet, plenty of folks think they do. Sometimes I feel as if my own carping and bitching is pretty much the same, just spitting into the wind blowing back at me, not just a waste of time but a face full of my own expectorant. So I don’t know. What I do know is we should be thankful for whatever we got, never take it for granted, maybe pay some attention to the things we can affect and even those we can’t. And try not to let the world make us cynical. Yeah, it’s hard….
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