Hollywood graves are never oval. Seriously… Check out just about any Hollywood movie where there is a guy in a hole digging a grave. It almost always has a perfect rectangular shape (just like as would be made by a backhoe). Hmmm. I know whenever I dig my graves, I use a rounded shovel which means the grave corners are almost always round. Truly, most makeshift graves need to be dug in a hurry so who has time for sharply defined rectangular corners?
It’s 9/11 again.
I recall waking up and turning on the news that morning and saying out loud “I can’t believe what is happening in our world today.” Twelve years later, our President’s primary option in Syria is to use military force. Russia, on the other hand, maneuvers a possible solution through the use of diplomacy (or to be cynical, strategic propaganda). Either way, I hear the same voice in my head saying “I can’t believe what is happening in our world today.”
I’m tired of hearing about 9/11 — not because I’m insensitive but because that day sucked so bad that it hurts to be reminded of it. It also sucks how things have changed from 9/10/2001 and I’m tired of being reminded about those too. There are those people and cultures that feel the need to “never forget” the negative past, and seize the opportunity to recall and relive it. I seize the opportunity to live now and look at the beauty around me, striving to build upon it. In observing and living the beauty now, my inner voice can say “I truly love what is happening in my world today.”
It’s 8:30pm and the national blood center called to remind me that I’m eligible to donate blood again. Those calls are always the same. “Mr. Boukis, we are in great need of your blood type. Blah, blah, blah….”
Now don’t get me wrong — I’ve nothing against donating blood, after all, I’ve donated over five gallons. But how about respecting my down-time? I think I’d have answered the call had it been between 9:00 to 5:00. I know the vampires read my blog, so take note please.