Sometimes you don’t know where it comes from. You’re talking to someone, maybe about something simple, like poetry, or something more challenging, like war – and it transmutes into a volcano, then a bull charging directly at you. I was talking to a Russian friend about shopping, and I happened to mention that whenever I get nervous about self-preservation I over-buy at the supermarket. Like many people are doing in the Ukraine.
And that’s when the volcano erupted. How we in the west don’t understand Putin and how he is having the time of his life scaring us. But there’s nothing to worry about. Zelensky anyway is just a comedian, a puppet for the West who is making a fortune selling outdated weapons to poor Ukraine.
She moved quickly on to a criticism of the world leaders in the West – blind colonialists, war mongerers…
In the best of times I hate arguing – I prefer working out a situation through dialogue after a presentation of facts. But I just wanted to get out of there. The worst part of the meeting was not even the possibility of war but the terrible emotions that blocked the possibility of dialogue.
Karen , You used to sing this song to me when I was a little boy and then tickle my belly. It is something I will never forget along with you telling me the mask in the closet of the study was the boogey man. Your grandkids are so lucky to have such a cool, hip lady for their grandmother. All the best of health and happiness to you and yours in this joyless ,crazy time.Your cousin Howie