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WAR: GOOD FOR ME?

22 March 2003

The war may end up being good for me. Whoda thunk?

It's all war all the time on all stations (except possibly Nickeoldeon and the weather channel)--radio as well as TV. Of course, I have the option of sitting in silence, or putting on a CD or something, but old habits die hard. So from Katie and Matt to Jay Leno time, it's all war. Soldiers in the war, children's view of the war, psychiatrists' view of the war, the guy next door's view of the war, the guys salivating over the kewl new bombs, the guys salivating over the kewl new computers that are going to guide the kewl new bombs. Retired Generals with maps and pointers.

It just got to be too much.

I had two choices...well, three if you count turning off all stimulation.

I could eat (a tempting prospect), or I could get the heck out of the house.

So I saddled up the Blue Angel and we went off for a ride. Me and the Blue Angel and the camera. Time to take it a bit more leisurely (though I discover that my "leisurely pace" today would have killed me a year ago!). Take time to smell the roses, watch the geese, look at grass grow. That sort of stuff.

It was just what the doctor ordered. I got a good workout and took some really nice photos.


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We pass this spot every morning (just after the teeth-jarring bumps in the bikepath--my very least favorite few seconds of our daily ride. I hate those damn bumps...I'm about to petition the city to FIX THEM!). Each morning, now that it's light when we ride, I think "I wish I had my camera with me!" But it wouldn't do any good. At 6 a.m. we are out for exercise, not a photo excursion and I'm lucky if I get a swig of the water in my sports bottle (I just tossed that in there because I can now stay upright on the bike, lean over, get the bottle, take a drink, and put the bottle back--took me MONTHS to learn how to do that).

But today was different. I stopped the bike. I got off the bike. And I took pictures. Pictures of blossoming trees and pictures of the geese coming home for the night.


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By the time I got home, I'd ridden about 6 miles and had gotten past the munchies. If this war keeps going for a few more weeks/months, I might just get this whole "food craving" thing under control.

But then there is always nighttime TV viewing.

Where is that popcorn....?


No matter how you feel about the war, I've discovered two journals that are very informative to read.  Lt.  Smash is an officer stationed "in country," offering a unique view of what it's like to be advancing on Iraq right now.

In contrast is Where is Raed, written by a very articulate guy living in Bagdhad, who is opposed to Saddam, but is not in favor of the US bombing.

Quote of the Day

He enters a battle gravely,
with sorrow and with great compassion,
as if he were attending a funeral.

~ Lao Tsu

Today's Photo

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(These guys don't know there's a war)

 

One Year Ago
Only God Can Make a Tree
(Trees we have planted)

Two Years Ago
Farewell, Sweet Polly
(Tribute to the woman who was the voice of Polly Purebred)

Three Years Ago
Lions and Tigers and Grants, Oh My!
(Working in a homeless shelter)


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Pounds Lost:  70
(this figure is updated on Tuesdays)

On the Odometer

I'm loaning URL to my friend Joan indefinitely, so I'm retiring this spot.
Blue Angel Total 796.4
2003 YTD Cumulative:  319.7

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