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A Memorial Day
Trying to get back to life-before-Jodi. Yes, I am going through Trial-withdrawal now. Not that I want that beast of a woman IN my life for any reason, but just that I sincerely wish her jury had come to a definitive verdict on her punishment once and for all. To drag it all out seems merciless on the rest of us, not to mention on the victim's long-suffering family and friends.
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I spent yesterday enjoying sporting events. As an observer, not a participant. These days, a sporting activity for me is making my way upstairs to do some little project in my office... or working my way down the sloping driveway to the post box to collect the mail. All Olympic events for this fast aging body.
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It's Memorial Day.
I almost forgot that earlier when I came downstairs and saw the two small packages I'd wrapped up for mailing out to my two friends. Paul said he would take them to the Post Office for me and I fretted and fretted for hours wondering why he'd left them on the kitchen counter this morning before going off to the sea to work.
Because it's Memorial Day, silly.
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I had to laugh at Rhubarb's journal entry today about how she remembers Yankees from New England being so stand-offish and stodgy (not her words), and my, how times have changed since she's been here I guess. It's all kiss-kiss, hug-hug now with folks. There is nothing formal about life here anymore. Maybe 30 years ago, but not anymore. In fact, when Paul and I have been in England, we always get an earful about how "familiar you Americans are" with intimacy and showing of fondness/love, etc. The British are more stand-offish and at arm's length, whereas we hug and kiss-kiss all over the place. I cringe at how the British think of us sometimes - that image of the "ugly American" stands out in my mind and whenever we've had the opportunity to visit the UK, we have both gone out of our way to NOT be those types of people. We try to blend in.
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My neighbor next door had her parents over this morning and they were, the three of them, outside in her garden doing what I thought was going to be a good clean-up of her yard. But when I looked just now, nothing has changed... so I don't know what they did there. The grass is still a foot high or more and I don't remember anyone ever mowing it since she moved in more than a year ago. Oh dear.
Actually, our grass is getting up there in height these days from the rain we've had, and even though Paul had it mowed down short not long ago, it's right back up there again and looks decidedly unkempt. So we're not all that different - my neighbor and us.
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I told Paul I would not get addicted to another trial. I probably will, but down the road, in the future, not the next one that comes along, which will be the trial for the murder of Trayvon Martin in Florida. For some reason, that particular trial is not drawing me in.
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So that's all for now. Not much to say - but since it's a national holiday, I did want to wish everyone a reflective Memorial Day. Not one where we all attend cookouts and go visiting and whoop it up, but one where we reflect on what this holiday is for - to remember the people among us, past and present, who sacrificed so greatly that we could continue to live our lives in relative ease and contentment. That some of us still do not live like that, to this day, is worrying, but it can't be for not trying. We just must try a little harder, is all.
In thanks and in remembrance for those brave citizens who gave the ultimate gift to their country.
Bex & Co.
I spent yesterday enjoying sporting events. As an observer, not a participant. These days, a sporting activity for me is making my way upstairs to do some little project in my office... or working my way down the sloping driveway to the post box to collect the mail. All Olympic events for this fast aging body.
It's Memorial Day.
I almost forgot that earlier when I came downstairs and saw the two small packages I'd wrapped up for mailing out to my two friends. Paul said he would take them to the Post Office for me and I fretted and fretted for hours wondering why he'd left them on the kitchen counter this morning before going off to the sea to work.
Because it's Memorial Day, silly.
I had to laugh at Rhubarb's journal entry today about how she remembers Yankees from New England being so stand-offish and stodgy (not her words), and my, how times have changed since she's been here I guess. It's all kiss-kiss, hug-hug now with folks. There is nothing formal about life here anymore. Maybe 30 years ago, but not anymore. In fact, when Paul and I have been in England, we always get an earful about how "familiar you Americans are" with intimacy and showing of fondness/love, etc. The British are more stand-offish and at arm's length, whereas we hug and kiss-kiss all over the place. I cringe at how the British think of us sometimes - that image of the "ugly American" stands out in my mind and whenever we've had the opportunity to visit the UK, we have both gone out of our way to NOT be those types of people. We try to blend in.
My neighbor next door had her parents over this morning and they were, the three of them, outside in her garden doing what I thought was going to be a good clean-up of her yard. But when I looked just now, nothing has changed... so I don't know what they did there. The grass is still a foot high or more and I don't remember anyone ever mowing it since she moved in more than a year ago. Oh dear.
Actually, our grass is getting up there in height these days from the rain we've had, and even though Paul had it mowed down short not long ago, it's right back up there again and looks decidedly unkempt. So we're not all that different - my neighbor and us.
I told Paul I would not get addicted to another trial. I probably will, but down the road, in the future, not the next one that comes along, which will be the trial for the murder of Trayvon Martin in Florida. For some reason, that particular trial is not drawing me in.
So that's all for now. Not much to say - but since it's a national holiday, I did want to wish everyone a reflective Memorial Day. Not one where we all attend cookouts and go visiting and whoop it up, but one where we reflect on what this holiday is for - to remember the people among us, past and present, who sacrificed so greatly that we could continue to live our lives in relative ease and contentment. That some of us still do not live like that, to this day, is worrying, but it can't be for not trying. We just must try a little harder, is all.
In thanks and in remembrance for those brave citizens who gave the ultimate gift to their country.
Bex & Co.
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