Just a little further evidence that autumn is definately making an appearance here in the Bogs. Leaves are already turning and falling, albeit slowly.
M is watching the Boss (Bruce Springsteen) while sitting on our new sofa for what he calls his “media center.” I’m listening, but thought I’d take this time to update the blog.
Not that much is happening around here lately. Mostly the usual stuff — jobs, chores, life. I’m learning to appreciate the usual stuff. There’s something to be said for routine and the status quo.
I’ve been experimenting with macrobiotic cooking and diet lately. It’s a very healthy way of eating, but not something I think I could do for the long term unless forced to it. I’ve been eating a lot of brown rice, miso soup, and veggies.
We’ll be heading out east next week. M will be visiting A-Z to take care of paperwork and other business concerning his sabbatical. Then we’re going to look at apartments in hopes of finding something that meets all of our requirements (reasonable rent, furnished, and willingness to let us have a short-term lease). While I was hoping Media would pan out, I think it’s likely going to be Newark (which I’m sure I’ll continue to pronounce incorrectly since you can take the girl out of Jersey but you can’t take the Jersey out of the girl no matter how long she’s been gone).
After a day or so spent on sabbatical business we’ll be heading to M’s father’s for his 80th birthday celebration. We’re going to take him to DC to see the WWII memorial since he’s a WWII vet. Leroy wanted to go when the memorial was first opened (as a WWII vet he received a special invitation to the opening), but that was shortly after his leg was amputated and the logistics of it all were too much for him at that time. At any rate, I know Leroy is looking forward to finally being able to see it.
M is also planning to visit his mother. Her mind is mostly gone, but she’s still hanging in there, doing physically quite well. She might outlast us all.
The weather here has been gray and gloomy for the past few days. The weather people keep calling for sunny days, but their high hopes haven’t panned out so far. If you have a little sunshine you can spare, feel free to send it our way. I’m beginning to feel a little on the gloomy side, myself.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower, speech, American Society of Newspaper Editors, 16 April 1953
The refuge of the morally, intellectually, artistically and economically bankrupt is war. ~Martin H. Fischer
If it were proved to me that in making war, my ideal had a chance of being realized, I would still say “no” to war. For one does not create a human society on mounds of corpses. ~Louis Lecoin
War is fear cloaked in courage. ~William Westmoreland
War should belong to the tragic past, to history: it should find no place on humanity’s agenda for the future. ~Pope John Paul II (Karol Wojtyla)
There’s a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn’t a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature. ~Barbara Kingsolver