And famine, too, with drought, fuel and fertilizer costs rising, and a lack of people to bring in the crops. Bankruptcy, permitting foreign countries to buy up fertile farmland and watersheds to feed their own is not right. We won’t discuss healthcare and skyrocketing insurance. Capitalism at its finest. I love being a commodity.
About 3 days ago a sprinkler head broke and sprayed a ton of water into an open window – the window into my studio. Paper loss, book loss, furniture loss. Hours spent cleaning up the water and discarding unsalvageable things. Fortunately, all can be replaced. I put my clothes into plastic bags, threw away art paper and books beyond redemption. We bought a new dresser at Ikea and the esposo put it together for me. The bright part, though, is I am being forced to clean up and sort out my stuff – junk – crap – whatever. High time.
And today, the wind is up, and there are fires here in my neck of the woods. Hopefully we will not experience the devastating losses of Malibu and Altadena and Camarillo and Ventura and other parts of California, the US, and the rest of the world. All this makes for a sense of life being precarious and unpredictable – which it is – but which I don’t find especially enjoyable.
Okay, enough about this and that. At least I am not mentioning locusts . . .
Ink, Yarn & Beer 