Today was the fundraiser for my kids school...
(OH MY GOD THE KIDS DOWN THE STREET HAVE RUNG THE BELL TO PLAY 4 TIMES IN THE LAST HALF HOUR... MY KID ISN'T HERE AND THEY . JUST.KEEP.COMING. I'M LOSING MY WITS...)
whoosh.
okay.
the fundraiser. me, eggs. you, plate.
I remember writing about it here last year which sort of blows my mind. (that i've been writing so long, that my repetitions run so deep..:) Today was good, as it was my third year of serving eggs to people who are surprised by teasing and cajoling, and it is lovely to be a nice surprise, sometimes. I don't get the nicely surprised response at home very often. Maybe I should work on that? hm. food for thought.
I seem to be ending on food a lot lately. Maybe its the big holiday come-up and all the cooking magazines I walk by at the grocery stores. They are very pretty. oh so pretty and so bloody expensive, its almost criminal. however, my will is of stone when I see them in the store, as the internet really does hold its own in that arena AND I already pay for it...
I got a comment yesterday that was this, (partly) :
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children." --Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1953
and I wonder if we couldn't be doing more, all of us, to make a rationally 'middle' point of view heard in the world these days. that was 1953, folks... 57years. . . still warring, still not feeding, warming, nourishing... all sorts of wackos/all of us's buying plastic mickey's and calling it quits... . .
what're you up to?
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