NEW GLASSES in Postcards 4

I dodged a bee in the pool this morning. He had sunk to the bottom. I just moved around him slowly. I couldn’t really quite see him as I had my go-to-the-pool glasses on. They aren’t as flattened as my teeth, but they are marginal and will survive the pool chemicals. Surviving is the trick to all this.

Many of my friends share the news with me every day. I’m sure they all think I am not very functional when I say that I’m not interested. Their faces reflect blankness then horror. A “She has her head stuck in the sand” look.

No, she doesn’t. Dan Rather has begun a two part column on Facebook that I read. Politics and non-politics. The BBC tells me all about it no matter how fast I turn away. I make a point to catch the local and world news every day. There are marchers, singing, and resistance everywhere. Instead of being a very active resister this time around, I have made a choice not to have a heart attack over what I feel is a very political incorrectness. Tabor posted a Sunday sermon yesterday that I thought more than appropriate. Father Peter says it very well.

Me? I am much like that bee this morning. I’m hiding down deep, but I’m seeing very well if I have the right glasses on.