Another new week and on Monday night I didn’t sleep. Not from lack of trying, but from fear that my alarm would not go off at 5.30 am Tuesday morning. I tried to go to sleep at 3.00 am but found myself giving up after about forty minutes. I wondered if I could test the alarm but being a Luddite I knew the technology would take me longer than the less than two hours I needed to wait for it to go off. I managed to tur it off quite quickly for me and still had time to dress before leaving the house at 6.20 am. I was almost fully coordinated with maroon jeans, maroon shirt with trendy Mandarin collar and my red waistcoat. Even my shoes were a shade of red and very comfortable. If I couldn’t sneak through customs as as I crossed the border with England at least I could run away. After a quick trot through town, stopping only to divert to the big Tesco store to use the loo, I was soon ensconced in Cafe Nero awaiting the appearance of my grandchildren on their way to school. I needed to see Yvonne as Cafe Nero’s wasn’t accepting cash and I hadn’t brought my card out. The tin of sweets I took after so long allowed them to kindly offer me my coffee while I waited for my payment to arrive. Such trust. Yvonne brought the children over to the cafe side of the road and didn’t warn them I’d be there. Both girls walked past without so much as a glance but my grandson did a double take and through the glass I saw him mouth ‘Pops’ which brought the girls back. I could see Yvonne was laughing. They all came in and as Yvonne ordered and paid for my drink I gave the kids their weekly treat of chocolate to eat on the way to school. I got another hug as they left and sat feeling the warmth of grandkids as I waited for Yvonne to return from dropping them off.
Yvonne ordered a drink for herself and sat looking at the dresses I’d bought for the girls and the shirt and waistcoat for Roobs who likes to be dapper. Apparently one of his favourite outfits currently is his black leather waistcoat and a pair of fingerless black leather gloves I bought him. I’d tell you what I’ve bought him for his birthday but I’m not sure I trust you enough not to blab before then. I will say that I’m gently leading him away from the Henchmen look ( a local Biker group) but I suppose it’s my fault for wearing the same. I told Yvonne I wasn’t happy with the dresses and she allowed me to buy two more dresses as the morning wore on. I also bought a pair of jeans I thought my son in law (AKA my son or Ugo) might wear and hoping the colour would be good on him. I daresay I’ll have to face the (don’t buy me any presents till my birthday) music when I see him on Friday. We started heading for a mid morning coffee when I was approached by a street vendor of a magazine for the homeless called The Big Issue. I didn’t want the magazine but I was happy to give her a couple of pounds to get a coffee or to put towards her stay at a hostel that night. I was just handing over the money when a passing stranger said “Eeh lad (me a lad?) don’t let the b*stards grind you down.” Paus for though left me with no wonder there are so many homeless if that’s your only charitable donation. Of course he was nowhere in sight for any smart-ass retort. After coffee we both shopped for a few things we needed at home then headed for the bus station so I could catch my bus. I found I couldn’t use the loo before I left. I was hoping the one and a half hour journey wouldn’t be too challenging because of that. I nodded off for most of the journey but didn’t miss my stop. When I got off I had to pick up speed as he urge was upon me. Would I be able to get home in time. I did. Afterwards I had to face severe criticism (and probably sarcasm) because I hadn’t undone his cage before I let for the bus. Only after I’d apologised and grovelled a bit was it OK to go and concentrate on my lunch.
Thus far the cease fire is holding on the Gaza strip. I’m pleased and hope that amongst those meeting to find a lasting peace are those with a genuine need to help and not just those with an agenda of their own. I think a two state solution would be best if we can’t have a single state jointly ruled by both Arabs and Israelis where the Palestinians have lands restored to them as near to the original boundaries as possible. The Palestinians could perhaps agree to taking over the property in what are the occupied territories as landlords or could even agree to the sale of the land to the tenants and/or occupying some of the land themselves if the Israelis didn’t want to stay.
In America the controversy rages on about the new voter laws some states are adopting which obviously disenfranchises a lot of people, the majority of whom would be likely to vote for the Democrats in any election. his cannot b construed as anything but legalised theft, as cheating. Yet the Republicans GOP does not seem either willing or able to create any viable policies for anyone to vote on. They’re expecting only that their own base will be enough to carry them through once everyone else’s vote no longer exists. The Democrats still seem to have some excellent policies that will benefit everyone regardless of party but Mitch McConnell has already warned that he will filibuster all of them regardless. The Democrats are to achieve nothing so that they will lose the mid-term elections in 2022. I find it a strange way for a party to win power, by having no policies of their own and as part of a Union, being allowed to cheat so blatantly. It’s almost as if the GOP consider the Country to be two separate entities and no Union at all. Another thing I find strange is the seeming power of the Evangelists in all this. A group who call themselves Christians who are happy to see all these people disenfranchised which is anything but Christian. And thy are pushing for the Supreme Court to revisit Obergefell v Hodges to have same sex weddings made illegal, to stop women having the right to decide about their bodies by having abortion made illegal, to stop people having their sex changed in order to tie in with the way thy identify and no doubt to legalise Interventions by the Church to try and make gay people ‘straight’ again as though being gay was a choice. As I commented to a friend this week, if there are 5000 religions on Earth, no-one can tell me theirs is the right one until they’ve studied the other 4,999 and found them wanting. It’s also odd that when they say their G*d is the one and only that there are another 4.999 serving their followers, or not as in the case of the Christian G*d who allows the slaughter of innocents whenever there is a conflict, as there always is. Bring on the Buddhists.
I wish you all a great rest of the week and send Hugs galore.