Sitting sipping tea at four thirty, looking out the window, down the street into the city. Low dark clouds threatening rain but the weatherman's been saying that all day!
It's quiet for a Wednesday, little afternoon traffic other than the steady stream of Waymos whizzing by. Occassionally, the joyous shrieks of children romping on the playground at the school a block away rise then filter down throughout the neighborhood.
How can everything seem so calm and normal when everything also feels like it's coming apart? Is this what it feels like when the wheels come off? When the guardrails dissolve? When the people running this show play by their own rules, play a different game without shame? We've been operating on the same framework for a long time, no one said it would be perfect, in fact elastic, wisely, seemed the intent. Queston is, when do we cry uncle, scream enough is enough, call an end to this insensitive stuff? Way more needed than just sitting here sipping tea!!!
Agreed. I have so many thoughts and words but I don’t to add to the chaos. Thank you for always keeping us aware.
So perfect, Rich. You've reached me exactly where I'm at right now. So exactly--with words more gentle, more thoughtful than those that huddle within these days. Thank you.