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I changed my blogging website from LiveJournal to WordPress. I was having issues with LiveJournal, so I decided a switch was called for. So, if you’re following me from LiveJournal, welcome back. If you’re here for the first time, welcome aboard. Grab a chair and sit down.
Depression strangled me this morning. The bombings in Syria, I felt powerless about it. There was little, if anything I could do about them except pray for peace, for Syria, and for America.
I started to realized that my self-will was taking over again. I wanted things my own way. I wanted the bombings and the war to stop.\
In case, this behavior happens too often. I want things when I want them and how I want them. I want to eat when I want to eat–forget whether or not I’ve eaten enough to sustain me for the day. Even forget I’m even hungry.
I also remember this quote my first stepfather often said, “Do what you can. Suffer what you must.” I need to remember that.
Lately I’ve been watching MOM. I had been watching it infrequently, but now I’m watching it every week. For one THE BIG BAND THEORY and YOUNG SHELDON have been in reruns since the Olympics. I now have two tune from that show in my brainpan.
One, the opening theme, which is “Overture” from “Ruslan and Lyudmila” (opera) by Mikhail Glinka. (One reason why I like this show: it makes me feel cultured.) :
Another one is the song Bonnie and Christy were singing in Bonnie’s brother’s BMW, “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls:
Make of it what you will.
It’s been raining off-and-on for the past few days. Any time the weather becomes rainy, my newspaper usually comes in a clear, narrow, plastic bag. I usually just take the bags to my recycling bag in my closest. Today, however…
Backtracking to Monday. That day I bought a new umbrella to replace my old one, which had disintegrated. However, unlike my previous one, the new one lacked a carrying case. After I’ve the old umbrella, I put it back in the case before I put it in my backpack. That way, other items in my backpack don’t get wet.
This morning, before I went to Walmart, I spotted one of those clear plastic bags, then I thought, That would be a good place to put my umbrella. So I, to borrow from Captain Picard, “made it so.”
When I wrote down the last entry. I wrote it was 37 years since the “Miracle on Ice” happened. It’s actually 38. I keep thinking it’s 2017.
And I keep hoping it’s 2009.
The United States’ men’s hockey team, consisting of amateurs, defeated the U.S.S.R. team, consisting of professionals, in the Winter Olympics.
I first heard about it while watching the Celina High School boys’ basketball team play. When the result was announced over the public address system, the whole Celina Fieldhouse went crazy.
I can’t believe it’s been 38 years since that happened.
I’ve been listening to a ton of Jamaican music on YouTube lately–not to mention the fact that Bob Marley and the Wailers’ LEGEND on my Google Play. This is one of my favorite tracks, from Toots and the Maytals. I can’t tell you too much about the group–or the history of Jamaican music. But I know what I like, and I love this.
This morning I walked by the local middle school. All the kids were standing outside. My mind quickly thought of all the school shootings that have happened over the years. I started worrying that something had happened along those lines at that school. I asked the kids what was happening. A teacher replied, “Fire drill.”
I responded, “Thank Heaven it was only that.”
The old Chinese curse says “May you live in interesting times.” I don’t think they can get any more interesting.