And no… Things aren’t supposed to work that way. Unfortunately, it seems the norm. At the height of my complete disillusionment with religion, I thought one of the names of God was “Murphy”! (Given ” Nothing happens against his will!” They can’t have it both ways (though, given many fanatics are batshit crazy, I guess they think they can!) π
]]>no, it’s not supposed to work like that at all. I’m so sorry.
]]>The actions of the Dulles brothers in State and the CIA in the 1950s pretty much ensured that the post WWII goodwill account of the US was zeroed out.
]]>I liked to believe that good intel reduced the number of unnecessary deaths. That’s why I think we should have stayed out of Syria – our presence is causing unnecessary deaths that increase the threat to the US. Every time we get involved in that area of the world, there is blowback.
]]>I’ve never been very good at handling the death of people I care about, and there have been many. Even during my time in the Military, it was never an easy task for me to take a life (well, there were some exceptions to that, but that was because of what they had done and what I knew they would continue to do if not stopped). I was never one to follow any order blindly. Perhaps curiously, the certainty of my own death at some point has never bothered me. It was something I accepted at an early age. It’s the only guarantee we get when we are born *shrug*.
One of that hardest to accept (and I’m not sure I have yet) was my Mother’s death just shy of my 40’th and her 60’th.
We just go on. I sometimes wonder why I have to admit. π I guess that (in my case), I’ve never been good at giving up, I’ve always been a fighter since the day I was born (I wasn’t expected to live more than an hour or so, then a day, a week… etc.) π
It seems to me that It’s always the *wrong* people who leave us, and usually too soon. I have wondered why, and I have no answer other than “Just is!”
I hope you have plenty to distract you my friend. Like me, you are a tough old bugger, so I know you will get on with it. π
]]>At our age, Steve, a lifetime guarantee doesn’t mean a hell of a lot π
]]>I was notified of a death, expected but not by me, of a high school friend, of my age or one year younger (I’m not sure), of cancer. There’s a memorial service tomorrow, to which I cannot go because of the usual physical obstacles… age and crippledom aren’t identical, but in my case, they surely are closely associated. The gal who passed away was a French horn player, so I held my own service at home, listening to the Mozart quintet.
Day before yesterday I awoke with a loose and aching tooth. Miraculously, it tightened and is still with me, and not aching. I’m sure it’s a temporary respite.
And that’s the problem, Bryan. As we age, we begin to realize all the respites are temporary. We watch as friends of our age pass away. We continue to take our meds not because we expect them to save us but because we don’t hurt quite so badly. We stop worrying about whether what we eat will make us fat (fortunately, my sweet tooth seems to have abated). Etc., etc.
Hang in there, my friend. Remember, your frame is guaranteed for a lifetime!
(Oh, and… that electric company? eff all electric companies!)
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