What a week.
All I need to say about the mass shooting in Arizona last weekend was expressed so eloquently by President Obama at the Memorial Service. Speaking about the youngest victim, Christina Taylor Green, who was born on 9/11 he said,
“I want America to be as good as she imagined it.”
Amen, Mr President!
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of the devastating earthquake that hit Haiti. I recommend Betty Londergan’s blog, One Year later, Hope for Haiti for a positive story on the island.
Devastating floods in Australia and Brazil. An Australian tourist told me that it hasn’t rained in over fifty years in the desert, but after the recent rains the area erupted into a brightly colored carpet of flowers: a miracle to think of the seeds laying dormant all those years, but ready to bloom in an instant.
It’s spring here.
Annette and I ate lunch together in the garden next to these little white flowers.
Sorry I don’t know the name of the tree…
Yesterday at a Satellite store a woman told me, ” I love your glasses,”
“And I love your accent,” her friend said.
“Thank you,” I said, not sure what to say
This afternoon another woman said, “Aren’t you cute? I like your glasses.”
“Thank you,” I said, I was wearing a beret Josee gave me
This evening I went to WholeFoods on my way home, the lot was full, I was lucky to get the last parking space. “Why’s there no parking?” I asked the parking attendant who was standing outside the front entrance, “Are they having a party here tonight?”
He looked up at the sky and said, “Yes,”
“Thank you,” I said, I know he didn’t like my accent, my glasses, or my hat.
I don’t know why Hispanics have trouble with my accent. Some years ago when we were fortunate to live near the marvelous bakery chain, eatZi’s, their “herb bread” was one of our favorites, but whenever I asked for a loaf of “herb bread” the people behind the counter couldn’t understand me. “We don’t sell that kind of bread,” they said. I’d have to point to it on the shelf.
It’s 85 degrees today. I’m going hiking.