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Crescent Moon

An orange crescent moon arose

through the clouds. In its rise

it shimmered on the lake

but the lake was frozen

in time and place.

Perhaps so are we.

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The ice fishers actually catch fish, and I even saw someone skating within the first jetty the other day, possibly inspired by the Olympics. We need to thank these young athletes for holding the torch not just for the USA but all of them, for the world.

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I met someone who told me a story. I’m a person to whom stories are told because I listen. He left Cuba at age five, was arrested by the Coast Guard and spent 18 months at GITMO. I’ve serious doubts and fears of what we now, years later, call the “patriot act” but to confine a child is heinous. And his family was held for as long as five years and I don’t know if they were sent back or received asylum.

He now has a two year-old and will do anything in regard to providing for this child. It is truly inspirational to meet people who work hard and provide for their families when they came with little or nothing and are trying to make things work.

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The USA was always called a melting pot. Going back to the Olympics, Our roster was normally white and wealthy, especially at the Winter Games where kids started skiing or skating at age three and were coached by their Olympian parents and others.

Now, athletes figure out in which country they can compete and use dual citizenship or proving parental records so they can compete for another country. For example seeing the name Chan in Canada which shows that we have a more global view. He’s from Toronto, but his name shows his heritage.

And the Prince who competed for Mexico? Bravo.

 

What holds the USA back is a continuous fight about “borders” but they’re not worried about Canadians coming in here, it’s our Southern borders that are at stake. It’s time we started to think globally.

Thanks always for reading. Sorry I’ve been a bit lax in writing for a bit. Dee

The Geese are Back!

They flew in this morning, little and mid-sized vees over the house, honking constantly. They haven’t settled in yet, perhaps they’re not “our” geese but are en route to their summer environs. Many ducks were out this morning on the stream that was nearly dry this morning and snowmelt filled soon thereafter. They’re not as organized as their feathered brethren, the geese. Why the term “loosy goosey?”

Think of the trail behind our home, this morning, as the ice rink from he**. I remember the first set of ice skates on a homemade rink, looking at the rippled ice on top of 4mm plastic sheeting that Dad had frozen into submission. I didn’t want to fall on my butt! This trail is solid ice, slick and with boot prints and dog paws down a couple of inches from the slush when it was 50 degrees yesterday. Luckily Zoe didn’t pull me, and while I could have used snowshoes (but we don’t have any) I just put my arms out and pretended I was on a balance beam for 1/2 mile. It’s good exercise. And I didn’t entertain the neighbors by falling on my butt.

Thoughts and prayers go out to Japan with the huge earthquake and tsunami, and to those in Hawaii who were affected and those on the West Coast who may be hit. Cheers, Dee