Those little candles…

Well, it’s a week later and things out in the wide world haven’t improved. You see, I couldn’t write what I wanted to write last week because I was too angry. I’ve found that I should never write when I’m angry as I usually end up having to apologise and rebuild bridges and do some crawling. It’s better to wait until the red before my eyes has faded. Unfortunately these days, that can take some time. I used to be a certified Pollyanna; a perpetual optimist; a glass-not-just-full-but-overflowing person; a “she’ll be right, mate” sort of gal. These days I’m a certified grumpy old woman, but I keep looking for the things that make me laugh and the people who make me think there’s still hope for humanity. Here’s a few examples. Donald Trump is now suggesting that the border wall between the USA and Mexico could be a giant solar panel and then the Mexicans wouldn’t have to pay as much. How generous. I’m sure the Mexicans are thrilled. (Honestly, can we take anything he says, seriously?) When the tower block burned down in London, the people who rushed to help were Muslims, Christians and people who don’t believe in anything. Everyone helped. It was a case of humanity being humane. This year the saiga antelope, the giant panda, the reef manta ray, the large blue butterfly, the Arabian oryx, the Tasmanian devil and the echo parakeet have all been brought back from the edge of extinction. HOORAY! There is a group called “Preemptive Love Coalition” that has been taking aid into the heart of Mosul for ten years. Even though ISIS is still holding sway there, they persist in taking help to Mosul. Even when their lives are threatened, they persist. They are Christians helping Muslims. That, to me, is what the gospel is all about. And, then there’s all the funny dog, cat and squirrel videos on Facebook. Sanity-savers, each and every one. I keep looking for the little candles shining in the dark night. I hope you find some, too.          ...

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T.V. drama

I’ve been on holiday with the Old Boy and the Wonder Dog in the wilds of South-Western Victoria, enjoying the scenery, while trying to keep warm. As a citizen of the driest state on the second driest continent … though I still don’t know why Antarctica is the driest when it’s covered in snow, which is technically water! Darn. Where was I? Oh yeah, coming from a dry state that is struggling through a very dry winter, it’s fascinating seeing what life in a place with plenty of rain is like. They actually have ponds and puddles and dams and lakes, all full of water. And! Their grass is GREEN. It’s amazing. So, while we were away, relaxing, I managed to get just over 20,000 words added to my manuscript for book 2: Dragon-friend.  I’m starting to feel a little anxious that I won’t get it finished by the August deadline, so these days I don’t do much else. That’s why this blog has suffered in the past few weeks. Today, rather than focus on world affairs (you all know what’s going on) I’m saving my ire for television. I know that, compared to what’s happened in London lately, this is only a drop in the ocean. But, it’s something that drives me nuts, so please let me vent. They’re reporting on a car accident, or a shooting tragedy, or something similar. They have a plethora of adjectives to use – horrific, horrendous, horrible, horrifying – but do they use any of them? No. They go straight for the NOUN: a horror smash, a horror shooting, a horror death… !!!!!! And, how come every victim of a car accident, or shooting, or whatever, is always “the innocent victim”? I mean, the law of averages suggests that some of those people must be guilty of something! And, then there are the phrases that are bandied about willy-nilly. I’ll have you know that not “all of Australia” is holding its breath for the next episode. The Old Boy and I aren’t, and I bet there’s more than just us two. What relevance does “9 out of 10 women” have, when we don’t know which women you asked? Are you implying that 90% of the female population in Australia uses your face cream, or just 9 of them? I’ve never been asked for my opinion for any of these things: face creams, soap, vacuum cleaners…nothing! Every time I’m told that “You won’t believe what happens next”, I discover that it’s either someone’s deceived someone, a character leaves the show, or they’ve made an extraordinary dessert. These things aren’t particularly astounding. We all know you’re just trying to build the drama, to catch our attention, and quite frankly it is counter-productive. The more hyperbole you use, the more you dribble on telling me what I will or won’t like, and the more times you show the same “upcoming episodes” clip, the less likely I am to watch it. There! I feel better. Thanks for listening.          ...

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