I have managed to escape the joys of poison oak for quite a few years now, but one of my cats must have rubbed against it, since it began on my wrists, right where I pick them up, and now, each day has spread a little more. I, in my wishful thinking, was hoping it would just go away, but each day there is a little more, so today, I look on-line for remedies. It seems I can rub a banana peel over it, or cook some oatmeal and make a paste and wrap in saran wrap, or use vinegar, all delightful possibilities. I'm going to smell tropical or acidic, and be quite a wholesome lunch, as it is, at this point, in quite a range and distribution of places. Quite fun!
I also note that I found myself dismayed that I have to wait a week for the next segment of John Adams on HBO. I think of how long his wife, Abigail, had to wait for a letter from France, and feel a little sobered at my impatience and need for instant gratification. I also see from the series how important one man can be. Sometimes I hesitate to "put all my eggs in one basket", but I think, at times, that is the way to lead and be led.
We need leaders and vision. We went to the moon. Now, let's restore the earth.