Dh and I have this block print hanging in our living room, above the peekabo into the kitchen. I look at it often, without really bothering to appreciate the insinuation of the picture, just happy that I have some Japanese art to take on with us to the next post.
Today after getting home from the classroom and ungluing myself from the CNN Tsunami Coverage, I just stared at it. I'm not going to add my two cents, extensively, anyway. I know that I feel like I'm on overload. I can only watch for maybe 15 minutes at a time, before I feel powerless.
I know a girl that teaches in Thailand. One of my students is Thai. It's no secret that many of the teachers go over to Indonesia for some rest and relaxation. Dh and I were going to go there for Christmas. We were saved by his boss, who I willingly gave the FINGER.
When dh came home from Iraq, he said the most haunting thing, more disturbing than his own fear, was the children. They just stood at the gates waiting for food and handouts. It is like that again, watching the children on the TV, lost and orphaned. They're running the street, in packs. No families. Where will they go? Who will feed them?
Witnessing something of this magnitude makes my quest for the perfect hair color and style seem trivial. That 5 pounds. That feud. I recently came upon a site where the person SEEKS OUT by his own admittance, blog feuds. TRIVIAL. I stayed angry at a person I felt slighted by for years. And for what? Not a damn thing. Because I was too stubborn to forgive. Or apologize. Trivial. And I'll even admit that I am an ass and say that I haven't forgiven her yet. She deserted me at one of the worst times in my life and then told my ex about dh. She was my friend as long as I wanted to go out for a drink or a dance, but when I needed to stay home because I was running on empty, she had better things to do. But why do I hang on to stuff like this? Fueled by hate and anger and mistrust. Not worth a damn when you're floating in the water somewhere, dead.
But I ain't your Momma, and I'm damn sure not going to preach at you, because if you haven't caught my drift by now, well, you need a life jacket.
Strangely enough, those little people that turn my stomach with worry, are those who give me a great big belly laugh at the end of the day. In talking to my dear friend, she was telling me about a little boy (who's a bit of a pisser) and what he said to another little boy (who is opposite of pisser. Angelic. The kid never talks. They should clone him). Pisser walks right up to Angelic and says, "My mommy said your mommy's butt stinks." Pisser's mom immediately called Angelic's mom and had to apologize. Now, I'm not a mother yet, but I sure hope I am never on the giving or receiving end of any type of communication like that. Can y'all imagine?
Have a Titillating Thursday.