This morning I woke up in a melancholy mood and then I turned on the radio: one disaster after another – I hadn’t heard about Stan until this morning.
Meanwhile in Iraq, Ann Garrels, on NPR, was asked about the recent slow down in violence. She mentioned that five men were found this morning, handcuffed and with a single bullet to their heads. She said, “That’s a daily occurrence in these parts my man,” (not in those words). It reminded me of the months after September 11 when I’d turn on the radio and hear about nothing but the threat of terrorism and other related stories. Even on Fresh Air. I couldn’t wait to hear something as mundane as a critique of a television show.
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It is disheartening. I have a hard time watching the news at all. That silly empathy I have seems to get in the way. Last night a Rocklin police officer was run over and killed by a drunk driver. I know it doesn't compare to the catastrphies, but it hits close to home.
The mood is spreading. I couldn't leave the house. Last Friday our garden was vandalized and sent me into a puddle of tears as several gardeners, specifically Mr Pan, age 82, and of the many Mrs Chen's said saidly, Why, Why??? It was so beautiful. All I could say is "I don't know who did this or why."
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