April 2, 2011
I want to worry about whether Tokyo Electric succeeds in halting the radiation leak from their cracked reactor by pouring concrete into the pit underneath it. I really do. I long to linger over the possibility that in helping the Libyan rebels, we may actually be aiding a member or two of al Qaeda that have crept in among them. Honestly, I do. I even hunger to feel horror that an angry Afghan mob, stirred by the Taliban, murdered seven UN workers because some fool in Florida who calls himself a Christian finally made good on his threat to burn a Koran. I wish I could find the will for all of these emotions, as I did this past week while socked in by four or five days of chill and rain.
I can’t. Not today. I did manage enough shame this morning to do the pile of dishes I’d left in the sink. I managed something akin to anger at a stupid mouse who doesn’t yet know it’s spring and that it should be outside rather than inside on a day like this, a mouse that has a preference for the tops of the herbs I wanted to transplant in a couple of weeks instead of the peanut butter in the trap I set for it. I even managed a sort of smug, pseudo empathy for my friends in the northeast, upon whom Mother Nature dropped one last snowstorm yesterday. I am so sorry that I could muster nothing stronger.
Perhaps on Monday, when it will again be rainy and cold, I can take on the worries of the world once more – but not today.
Today, sun, soil and a warm southern breeze call and I succumb. Today I take up the long handled hoe and go forth into the back yard to challenge, cheerfully, the henbit and creeping Charlie on behalf of peas, spinach and carrots everywhere. Today, by the time you come to the blog for a sage serving of doomer rant, you will not find me. Today – with no apologies –I have gone gardening.