the last monday in spring
Jun. 18th, 2002 07:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidFinally, some sun. And it wasn't incredibly hot, either. Plus the added bonus of a thunder and lightning display at the end of the evening, though a couple of times it felt a bit too close for comfort...
I have almost used up last week's veggies (some arugula and a head of endive still left), just in time for the next delivery this afternoon. The rest of the salad greens I put in a simple salad with some pine nuts, and I put most of the spinach into a pasta dish, wilting the spinach in the heat of the cooked pasta before adding feta, farmer cheese, freshly ground pepper, and halved tomatoes (both grape tomatoes and sungold cherry tomatoes; both, unfortunately, were not as wonderful quality as I would have hoped...). I am finishing the end of this for breakfast, and I'm still pleased with it.
The pasta and salad went to an evening of Cities & Knights of Catan, which is finally becoming clearer to me. Not that I'm good enough to plan strategy particularly well, but that might come. I did manage to get really close to winning, which was nice.
And then this morning, I find that some *&~!# has blown himself up on a bus in Jerusalem, one that had lots of schoolkids on it. At least 17 are dead, more likely with the severity of their wounds. And all the papers I check has Israel in the headlines twice: this, and the excavations of a Roman amphitheater near Tiberias. Amid chaos and destruction, people carefully uncover the past. I don't understand how they can face going on. One girl, in her teens, has been in 7 bombings in the last year. So far, the "worst" that has happened to her is shock... except all those images in her head that maybe won't ever go away. And her brother in intensive care for months, her parents by his side as much as possible.
I know I'm getting less coherent. I find myself avoiding the news, because I cannot face the horrors it brings. And in the face of these brutal realities, I cannot think of anything to help. So I now return to bandaging my heart, keeping it from bleeding from the weekly bombings as best I can, not understanding how people can do this to one another. There was even a rumor that a bomber had AIDS, the better to inflict mayhem after death, I suppose. How can the world be this way?
I have almost used up last week's veggies (some arugula and a head of endive still left), just in time for the next delivery this afternoon. The rest of the salad greens I put in a simple salad with some pine nuts, and I put most of the spinach into a pasta dish, wilting the spinach in the heat of the cooked pasta before adding feta, farmer cheese, freshly ground pepper, and halved tomatoes (both grape tomatoes and sungold cherry tomatoes; both, unfortunately, were not as wonderful quality as I would have hoped...). I am finishing the end of this for breakfast, and I'm still pleased with it.
The pasta and salad went to an evening of Cities & Knights of Catan, which is finally becoming clearer to me. Not that I'm good enough to plan strategy particularly well, but that might come. I did manage to get really close to winning, which was nice.
And then this morning, I find that some *&~!# has blown himself up on a bus in Jerusalem, one that had lots of schoolkids on it. At least 17 are dead, more likely with the severity of their wounds. And all the papers I check has Israel in the headlines twice: this, and the excavations of a Roman amphitheater near Tiberias. Amid chaos and destruction, people carefully uncover the past. I don't understand how they can face going on. One girl, in her teens, has been in 7 bombings in the last year. So far, the "worst" that has happened to her is shock... except all those images in her head that maybe won't ever go away. And her brother in intensive care for months, her parents by his side as much as possible.
I know I'm getting less coherent. I find myself avoiding the news, because I cannot face the horrors it brings. And in the face of these brutal realities, I cannot think of anything to help. So I now return to bandaging my heart, keeping it from bleeding from the weekly bombings as best I can, not understanding how people can do this to one another. There was even a rumor that a bomber had AIDS, the better to inflict mayhem after death, I suppose. How can the world be this way?
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Date: 2002-06-18 07:59 pm (UTC)I read the news still. I need to know what's going on, even if it's ugly. Just remember that most people want to have a calm life if they have a chance.
And remember there are people who care quietly enough to comfort.