Jackson's Actions

All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire. --Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC) <

April 15th, and we got snow flurries. Much of the northeast is buried in snow. This is one strange Spring. A week ago we had 3 inches of snow as well. I'm grateful that I have electricity. Over 30,000 people in Bunccmbe County lost their electricity yesterday from the 60+ mph winds that raged through these North Carolina mountains.

Gratitude. This weather makes you think about all the years the weather was just as it should be. It makes me think how things were before there was democracy in Iraq, and a hole where the World Trade towers used to be. Before AIDS, and before Watergate. The good old days. I'm glad I'm alive to see what I see.

They say as you get older, you resist change. You don't like the way the children dress, or their music. It's true. I hate the gangsta look and the vulgar rap songs.
And I resist old, white men trying to behave like they're 12. I don't see any problem with Imus losing his job. My problem is how did he keep it so long, and why does Rush Limbaugh and that idiot Savage and Howard Stern still have theirs?

The world is going to change, with or without global warming. (Wasn't all of this blamed on El Nino a few years back? And then (to be fair) it got blamed on El Nina a few years later? Change causes upset, so we have a constantly changing, constantly upset world. Which is the best reason I can think of for getting the most serenity and beauty into your own private life--unless you've got the fire in your belly to go out and make changes yourself.

I have never been happier. I am going to write a poem or paint a picture, read a book, or nap in a warm bed while the winds whirl outside in a manic dance. The pine trees look like dervishes in the front drive, their long arms flailing in the morning air. The birds are hunkered down somewhere, the feeders are empty. The tulips that
bloomed April 1st are bent over in gray mourning, swaying in the wind. It doesn't matter. This is the season of my renewal, and a little weather isn't going to change that. Let's see what May has to say for herself.

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