Unfortunately, not much has happened over the past two weeks. The war in Iraq goes on; Rosie couldn't take the heat and disappeared into seclusion; Paris Hilton is well, Paris Hilton and, once again, the Senate has proven that dysfunction reigns supreme in Washington D.C. It is small wonder that our country seems to be merely treading water most of the time. So, what do I do when not much else is happening? I venture forth into my yard and dig in the dirt. There is a therapeutic value in getting dirt under your fingernails. It gives one time to think.
Have you ever noticed how beautiful flowers are? We had a cat pass away last week. He was a great pal who had been with us for 19 years. Yesterday, my wife and I planted a flowerbed over his grave. It is a small affair and yet, it seems a fitting tribute for a true friend, even though he was a quadruped and incapable of speech. At times, he seemed to understand us better than anyone else. He was loyal, humorous, rambunctious and a lover of the sun. We will miss him dearly. I'm sure his spirit is in feline heaven and the newly planted flowers will grow beautiful as they absorb his essence as it returns to the earth.
I'm still working on an appropriate method to engage the philosophy of individual responsibility. Thankfully, Rosie, Paris, and the Congress have given me plenty to think about. So, back to the yard I go, trowel in hand, ready to engage my mind. Happy digging.
De Oppresso Liber
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