If Only Justice Were So Easy

What I wanted to show you was weather.com's radar picture of our area of the world this morning. What a hoot. After my posting about only half of New Mexico having snow, no, we haven't had snow, but we sure were cloudy.

So I went onto weather.com and looked for the radar of our area. For 600 miles in all directions it was absolutely, totally, spectacularly clear. Except for one tiny dense little green yellow and red mess over, you guessed it, Las Cruces and El Paso.

It seemed like immediate justice for one of my recent posts. Ah, if only justice were so easy. But Saddam, Bush, Massachusetts lawmakers, well, you know the list, prove over and over again that there's no one up there in the sky fixing every little thing. (This does not mean I have no concept of God - rather that my concept of God is about the large processes through and by which the details happen, but not about each detail itself -- indeed my concept of God is to large be encompassed in human language or understood by the very tiny limited human brain, but that's another issue.)

Oh, I bless the universe when a fine parking space opens up, yet again, but I do not delude myself. I also remember the 2,500 women and children who took shelter in a Catholic cathedral in Ruanda and were mown down by machine guns for their trouble. Yes, I know that how one faces a crisis can turn it into an opportunity -- but it didn't for the Ruandan women. And I remember the old Hebrew story of the ancient ship that set sail on the Mediterranean, only to be caught in a storm, broken up, and lost without trace. From that wreck, half the sailors were saved by other boats, but half were lost.

On their return, the saved sailors put up a large brass plaque in the temple, blessing God for His care and their safe return. But one dark night, the widows of the sailors who had been lost snuck into the temple and added their own, smaller, plaque below the large one. It read "Those who do not come back put up no plaques".

Would that justice were as easy as a cloudy day in payback for a whine about the Weather Channel!

Happy Rolling New Year

So we began our New Year's smooching when it was New Year here, on this street, where I used to live. True, it was a while ago, like 1959-1961. And nowadays, it'll cost you about $3,000,000.00 to buy a small flat here (I kid you not), now that it's called Chelsea and is a tres posh part of London. Back in my day it cost me $6.00 a week to rent a neat room with shared kitchen and bath, and our neighbors up the street were the United Dairies stables (they still used horses for household milk delivery then - my early morning dreams were filled with clip-clop-clip-clop as they all set off) and a two houses connected together male brothel.

We should have started our New Year in Switzerland (I've lived there too), but I didn't think of it soon enough. So we just did England, and Newfoundland, and New York, and Chicago, and finally our own little New Year here in Las Cruces. Old age and exhaustion set in, and we didn't bother with California. There's enough of them out there to do it for themselves.

Since all these time labels are merely of our own making -- gasp!! -- does it shock you to know there is no 2007 out there in the universe? -- why not make use of them, we say!

And by the by, sadly, I'm afraid science education being what it's been of late, I hate to think how many Americans would be shocked to be told there is no 2007 out there in the universe. ::sigh::