I don’t really think I am cut out for everyday blogging — not even every other day blogging. I’m not a journalist or tenured professor or a housewife/husband or disabled as defined by the SSA.
I’m just a regular person with a full-time job. I have a pup (Tammy) who is dying, but unfailingly happy. I have another pup (Dora) who is unfailingly crazy. I spent a huge amount of money on an eight year old male Buddha cat in a matter of a few weeks and during that same time spent a ridiculous amount of money on glasses that don’t do the one thing I asked the optometrist for them to do. Cisco is fine because he’s covering every little bit of wet food I try to feed him as if it were something in the litter box. My neighbor owes me money that I don’t think I will ever get back. And the dryer died, which set me back a pretty penny.
However, watching Tammy play with Murphy makes me very happy. Tammy is such a good role model for the little guy. Sometimes he gets frustrated with her ability to out-wrestle him that he just sits on her head. It doesn’t help. One very good thing she has taught him is the simple joy of playing with toys.
Tomorrow is a day off from work for me, but this year, I will remember all of the things that make up my time here on this planet. At the very least, I am a pacifist. It is the most difficult thing to be, but the most rewarding. In the most recent issue of Newsweek, there is an essay in the My Turn section. It’s by Chris Bruice, the minister of the Tennessee Valley Unitarian Universalist church in Knoxville. It’s all about the way the people effected by the gunman who hated them for their views reacted to what happened. It reminded me of the way the Amish responded to the family of the man who killed their children. That there are people like this in my country heartens me. Remember, Obama, first and foremost, ran on the idea that the Iraq war was wrong. A continuity is there.
Think about it: not responding in anger and with words like ” And the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon” but rather saying this, “The man who attacked our church is in prison, but we do not have to remain prisoners of our own anger. Without denying the reality of our feelings in the present, we can be open to the possibility that one day we will be able to lay down our burden and say, in the words of the old African=American spirituals ‘We are free at last'” is quite a bit more difficult, especially in a country that prides itself on might.
It’s even more difficult in a place like Texas. It’s such a novel idea. I haven’t always been true to it. In my younger days, I was known to fight in streets and parking lots — but that’s a long way away now. Being a pacifist doesn’t mean being weak — quite the contrary — it means that you solve you problems in peaceful ways. People in Texas don’t always understand that, so you have to be able to go to plan b.
Tomorrow is a special day, especially this year. While some may think it is a good time to turn into turtles, I think it is just the right time to start paying attention.