Random burblings since 1999
Received an email from a friend today. It said. “I’m alive.” My relief was instant and huge, I hadn’t heard from her since before last Tuesday’s attack on the WTC. She and her family are fine.
I only wish that were the same for those who have lost loved ones. The anger, sorrow, and sadness continues.
jish.nu – I sincerely hope for a measured response and not for America to react like this… I am aware that this is probably a relatively isolated incident.
Prayers, thoughts and condolences to everyone involved in this horror.
Walking for the train last night I passed some building works, a new office block no doubt, about 6 or 7 storeys high. Right at the top two guys were erecting scaffolding. Standing on one bar, hanging on to one upright, it all looked very precarious to me (and from someone with a mild fear of heights, bloody scary as well). Admittedly not quite as breathtaking as the pictures of the workers having lunch whilst working on the Empire State Building – pictures which demonstrate one thing, you must be certifiably nuts to do THAT job…. I digress.
It got me thinking about my fears, then onto my aspirations, and somehow round to my ‘selling out’. I used to be a staunch supporter of many things, and I still am. I just don’t vocalise my support as often (if at all). A few years back I remember a friend at university heckling someone for selling out and becoming middle aged. Is that person now me?
As ever big plans for tonight. Sort out CD collection – needs re-organised after the move. Cut the grass, has been needing done for about a week or so now.. at very minimum pull out the bush like plants that keep destroying the mower blades! However I have the feeling that those plans will be scuppered as we pick up our shiny new mountain bike things. Now there’s a misnomer ‘mountain bike’. I mean I know we live at the top of a very big hill, but it ain’t no mountain.
Tune in tomorrow for tales of painful falls, and broken limbs!
Wow cards – a visit to here, a couple of emails and I’m musing about the Scotland/England divide. I lived in England, very happily, for about 2 years (just over). Don’t have a problem with the country or the majority of the people. I know a lot of Scots who class their ranting about the ‘bloody English’ as patriotism, but there is a degree of malice in the comments. Being a Scot I can sympathise but if you draw the same parallel of misguided prejudice under it you end up looking at the current situation in Ireland – schoolkids escorted by the army to get to school – and that’s just ridiculous. I know that’s taking things to extremes but that’s the problem with prejudice, where does it stop?