Out walking Carmen the dog yesterday, we came upon Harry, our letter-carrier, taking his cigarette break and reading the paper. Carmen, in search of easy access to bits of milkbone she knows he carries in his bag, was trying to pick her eager yet dainty way around his truck and the dwindling icy snowbank.
Harry jumped up when he saw her, tossing aside paper and spent smoke butt, and said it looks like the sky is falling. I, thinking we usually discuss the weather, the dog, or the skittishness of his cat, thought he must be talking about the impending flood warning here due to melting snow and the predicted apocalyptic amounts of rain. He was speaking more globally, however.
Libya, Egypt, Tunisia, Yemen, (soon to come?) China, and Wisconsin. The world seems like it’s on fire lately. Maybe we could all use some rain and epic snow melt. Or maybe I need to stick my head in the sand for a little while and go on a news fast. Not sure I could live with myself, but maybe I’d sleep better?