I just saw a post somewhere that says New Yorkers are eating out of dumpsters. Because there is a problem with distribution of goods up there. Everything from gas and water, to electricity and diapers is in short supply. But eating out of a dumpster should not be a symbol of the “end times” now faced by many up the coast. I used to have a brother-in-law who would dumpster dive on a regular basis for lots of good stuff. Sometimes he would share it too! I can’t remember the exact details but he would show up with a victorious smile on his face and a bag over his back. He was not the Santa. He was the human version of bacteria. But he wasn’t in the predicament many face up north either.
I’m just saying you can find good stuff in dumpsters because we throw out a lot of food. When the power goes and you can’t keep meat fresh it gets tossed.
I worry about a breakdown in social order these days. I hope our northern neighbors are as “resilient” as the media says they are and they “pull together” to “weather the storm”. It’s a tremendous challenge when you think of the millions of folks who are without the necessities of daily life. And they are not used to camping out. It’s cold. The lines are long. And they don’t drop down in prayer three times a day like the residents of Central Iraq. This is a war zone with potential combatants and nothing except a television screen to bring hope.
Hopefully the power will be turned on again soon.
We didn’t have much of a problem with the storm here in Virginia. Yesterday was sunny and I had an eye appointment after the wing of my reading glasses broke off. It was a good thing that it did, too, because it has been five years since my last exam. How time flies. So we were going through the routine when the eye doctor said she wanted me to see a specialist about a “freckle” in my eye she could not clearly see. There is a possibility it could be a Myeloma which I found interesting. “There is really nothing to worry about. . .it’s just that I can’t see all of the freckle!”
Well, maybe you should get an eye exam Doc! So here we have a obscure little storm inside a fragile eye socket. Or maybe not. I was concerned at first. I recently had a birthday and am now the same age as my mother when she died from an aggressive cancer. I have wondered, from time to time, if this could mean I would face a similar situation at this age. It’s not uncommon that children do this. So we will find out more next Tuesday.
Ultimately, of course, we all must go. And I am looking forward to a reunion with my Maker more than I can describe in words. Here’s an interesting question. Would you prefer (David) to:
1. Spend the next thirty years dealing with the problems of aging, restless legs, etc or. .
2. Be free of this bag of bones and in the ethereal realms in 15 years.
I would rather be free. I’m here to take classes. We all know how lovely it is to reach the end of the school year. Someone once asked Paramahansa Yogananda, “Is there really a Hell?”. And with a brilliant smile he said, “Where do you think you are now?” It’s not hell all the time, of course. There are wonderful reflections of heaven everywhere. But it’s not heaven. As our brothers and sisters on the East Coast of the US and in Iraq know all too well.
There are a few people I will miss terribly when it is time to go (whenever that is), of course. But I feel confident I will be able to watch them from wherever. And meet them when they arrive. It’s all so much better than being 13 and not knowing their whereabouts at all. Being 13 is worse than dying. It’s a deep, dark place and I’m never surprised when I hear that a poor child has taken their own life or lost it in some reckless action. I feel for children as they lose their innocence and become aware of their surroundings. I truly do.
So I am happy with either outcome. And I feel joy when I see the lives that have started because I was here. Here is one such precious soul. My granddaughter, Molly.