Friday the 7th O' April

Hi,
Happy to say that I feel like I am on the mend. Still have laryngitis but I can tell there is a difference. I have stayed off the phone, not talked to people (which often annoys them when you are out in public.) I try to smile or wave but people take offense when you don't say hello or good morning. This gives me an interesting perspective when I have judged people for not being social when I pass them and offer a pleasantry. Maybe one of those people had no voice. Ok, so the little kid in me sez that if that was true, they would be smiling at the very least and gesticulating their friendliness. Oh, the things we think. Anyway, I make sue I wave and smile broadly so that my neighbors don't think I have gone sour.

It's been a lovely day. Glad no rain so that my short walks with Sammy I could stay warm and dry. He is being so patient because I am not yet up to the usual long walks we take. He misses it when i don't go into work. He loves being at church! And the site offers him his own private park. Greeting guests and herding chairs--who could ask for more?

The newsclip that is sweeping the web today about the Town Hall with Pres. Bush is quite interesting. There was an actual real person with their own real question Already, a stellar concept. I first read about it as text, then someone forwarded the CNN clip. I was struck by the clarity and compassion (not to mention courage) it took for Harry Taylor to address the President in that fasion. Good for Dubya for not having the man escorted out. Watching the clip allowed me to marvel (as did Mr. Taylor) the grace and power of the ability to be able to have that dialogue in the first place. And it afforded something I don't think I have ever had before--a bit of undstanding compassion for GW. No, it's not the prescription I am taking, I mean it. I was able to get to a place of softness for him. Not that I disagreed with Mr. Taylor but for once Mr. Bush coudln't dismiss this as a rabble-rouser,or radical jerk or anything other than another human being with a heavy heart. And it must have been hard for Mr. Bush because even he could sense the genuineness. Ouch. And Mr. Taylor, a gentleman and a scholar, thank you for being my voice today.

Ok, enough of that.... let me tell you about a taste of heaven that I was given. Chocolate Chai Candy. OH MY GAWD! Now all I need is a Starbucks latte and welll.... Second only to the Lavender Cocoa I drank in Vancouver, this piece of candy was a treat. The word candy doesn't do it justice. Dessert.

And I can say that I have relaxed into this enforced silence and I am appreiating it to no end. I know there will be wonderful things revealed.

TIme for the Padres game. I can watch that while starting my taxes.

With liberty in pursuit of my happiness,
RevDD