Toni, thanks for your comment on yesterday's blog. Honey Crisp apples are also a favorite of mine. The first time I ate one was in Michigan when I was taking care of brother Fred. The apple was, ironically enough, a Michigan Honey Crisp and it was delicious, no pun intended. Other than a very short time in fall they're very expensive here.
About a month ago I had an apple mishap. We usually check our receipts before leaving the store. Of course, this time we didn't. While picking Fuji's I inadvertently put one Honey Crisp in the bag. When Wanda checked the tag at home she noticed we paid as if they were all Honey Crisp, over $14. I took them back.
To address the bunny comment. While I understand we all have our personal favorites I must pick and choose those I mention in the blog. Although Jessica's last name is Rabbit she's a bunny in name only. I apologize to any bunny rabbit that felt slighted by my exclusion of them.
Once again I'll show my ignorance of current events. A headline this morning, "Rockets Hit Israel During Obama Visit." It seems to me the problem revolves around land Israel captured in the 1967 war. Let's see if I can do the math, that's 46 years ago. The Palestinians want Israel to stop building settlements on the land because they want it. Until Israel stops building the Palestinians won't conduct peace negotiations.
When Israel did declare a ten month moratorium on construction the Palestinians balked at returning to the table until shortly before it ended.
I suppose I should do more research about this situation if I'm going to address it. After all, it's been going on for more than half my life. But to tell you the truth, why? I don't need to know all the nuances to realize nothing I say or do will change anything.
Yesterday I was bitching about the woman on line in front of me never making eye contact. How it would have been nice if she waved me in front of her. Maybe sometime in the future she'll think about looking behind her? Yesterday she occupied her own little space and she wasn't giving it up. How hard would it have been to look me in the eye and say go ahead of me?
I don't think the situation in the middle east will ever be resolved. No one with the power to negotiate will say go ahead of me. Or let's do what's best for all, instead of what's best for me.
I say again, I don't know the circumstances over there. I see a group of people who dislike and mistrust each other. I see a group of people that can not put peace before conflict.
Why today? Why am I so concerned about this particular headline? It's been 46 years so what's special today?
Yesterday I recorded a documentary. Released in 1989, "For All Mankind" is the definitive film about the Apollo space missions. The director culled over 6,000,000 feet of film taken by and about the astronauts and missions. The film focused on the human aspects of the space flights. I watched it for less than thirty minutes. I had to turn it off because I was so sad.
Seeing this planet from 150,000 miles away was extraordinary. From that distance our earth looks like the most beautiful marble ever created. The colors; the blue and green covered by patches of the utmost white, was exquisite. The planet appeared to float in an ocean of black. The sight was so magnificent, I began to cry.
How can mankind survive without coming to the eventual realization we're all citizens of the world?
"Peace, Love, Dope" "Field of Dreams" character Terrance Mann yells to Ray. Mann wrote a book that became a sort of mantra for the children of the 60's.
We were so sure we would never grow up, never be the establishment and always be open minded. Children of the 60's, The Age of Aquarius, we thought everyone was a brother, Peace, Love, Dope.
I well remember the first time I tried pot, I was seventeen. A good friend had a worldly and sophisticated slightly older sister. She went to school in New York and knew many things in the hip world so we asked her. We smoked a joint but nothing happened. Later that evening we ate p-nut butter toast and went through half a loaf of bread. My pot smoking was short lived. By the time I was 22 it was over.
I lived in San Francisco during the "Summer of Love" and it was fabulous. I truly thought the world would come together. That the citizens of our planet would come to the realization that peace brought prosperity. I thought those few years would serve as a stepping stone to a new reality. I thought wars would be a thing of the past. I thought that the cost of conflict, both in lives and dollars, was too high. I thought that eventually our leaders would put people first and do what was in our best interest.
Israel and Palestine, Jews and Arabs live side by side in peace? Like that's going to happen. I should set my sights a little lower. How about we start with Democrats and Republicans? They can't do it and they're all Americans.
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