Can't be buggered about a subject line just now

Mar 21, 2003 02:43

My family and I attended the protests in Manchester Thursday. We visited my parents after, and by the drive back to Macclesfield the kids were dropping over. Sophia was exhausted as well and did her best to coax me to bed, but I had too much on my mind to trade inspiration for sleep. While the farmhouse floorboards creaked and settled for another chilly night I trekked to the garage to fling paint before I got the urge to fling something else.

Around eleven o'clock a shivering figure draped in dragging bedcovers appeared at the doorway confessing the news programs and protests of late are giving her nightmares. I wanted to assure my daughter that we're all going to be safe, that it will be over soon. But as everyone I have no certainty of safety to offer. Anything can and will happen. Instead I told her that it doesn't matter. All we really have is the here and now, live each day to its fullest, and etcetera. Then I handed her a paintbrush and we splattered one another until she was tired enough from laughing and running around to return to the house for a bath - and hopefully a more pleasant dream land.

We should just put life on hold for the duration of this war and spend the time we would've been working or studying on being with the people we love. Even if it isn't the end of the world as we know it, especially if it isn't, taking a holiday to enjoy those who give us reason for survival certainly can't do any harm.
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