The sun is shining and I am in a great mood despite so much that surrounds we who inhabit this planet. I feel like calling out to the ghost of Art Hoppe. We need your columns now. Keep Gabriel from blowing the trumpet on we vulnerable, stumbling, goofy, sad, fearful, kind, joyful human beings.
My immediate family all does well though and I just checked out my son's bio on his company website. I am impressed. He graduated from UCSD with a major in film and has made some good ones, short, of course, and now, he is "Director of Field Engineering" and fifth on the list of "people who do" at Solar City. I am trying to be humble in my pride. It has nothing to do with me, and yet, I know how conscientious he is, how sensitive and it gives me hope for the world. We WILL counteract this environmental mess, and I know solar power may not be the ultimate answer but it is a step.
Here is Jon Carroll on the nuttiness of politics, and now I wonder if nuttiness is the right word. Do these people so want to be president that they shoot themselves and the rest of us in the foot? Let's have some sanity and let go of greed. What matters? What ultimately matters? Is it really that difficult to figure out?
Enjoy this day. If you live where I live, it could be spring.
There has been such a churning of chain saw these days since the storm, I am surprised there are any trees left, and yet I look out on trees, wonderfully friendly ones, and one house with a chimney sending up smoke. It could be a train of the past, chugging and chanting like a horse. The world is so dear.
I give thanks for life and generosity in all its myriad and enchanting forms.