It's cool tonight and a calm, gentle wind is blowing through the window in Grandpoppy's office. The puppies are tucked snugly into their doggie bed for the night. Grandpoppy is bundled up with our soft yellow blanket under the patch-work quilt, snoring to beat the band!
When I look out across the vast blue ocean and imagine another far away land on the other side of the world, threatening to send America nuclear tipped malevolent felicitations,... I am shaken.
China has put its nation's military on "high alert" and are sending 25,000 troops to the border of North Korea to prepare for war. I've heard several news anchors say, that the real test for Donald Trump will come when there is a national crisis. I think it's here. Is he prepared? This is no time to "Practice Being President", hoping a trial run at a staged dress rehearsal will prepare us. If we fail the real test,... the damage will be insurmountable and incalculable. We need a seriously experienced Captain, with wisely grounded leadership to steer this ship, so that we don't end up running aground in the dark perilous night of brinkmanship carried out on an internationally, politically charged stage in war.
The regular citizen living in middle America, is worried. It seems more so, everyday, that the world we grew up knowing, is gone forever. Do we have confidence in a bright future? Do we have confidence in our elected leaders to tell us the truth? Who will tell American citizens the truth about what is going on in our government and international affairs? Will the truth come from corporate interests that own television networks? Whose version of the truth, are we going to be getting?
If I had a simple bottle with a cork, I would write all of my thoughts and questions down on paper and stick them inside that crystal time capsule. I would ride into the middle of the Pacific Ocean, dropping my collection of concerns for the future and enumerated worries, into the great Pacific Equatorial Drift.
It is said that people have been sending messages in a bottle for more than 2000 years. Many of the rolled up messages tied with ribbon inside clear bottles were set adrift on the ocean by castaways and romantic writers, each hoping for their own kind of rescue. Historically, messages launched in bottles were traditionally penned by castaways, conveying critical distress to the outside world. The ancient and more modern day castaway's message in a bottle must seem like a futile and improbable attempt for rescue,... to them. Desperation for help, must have dominated their waking moments, as well as hope for a better future in their pleas for rescue from an otherwise, potentially doomed situation. I guess hope comes fashioned in many forms,... for lovers and castaways.
It seems that China's message of hope for peaceful negotiations and calm, cool thinking is trapped in a bottle. They don't know if Kim Jong Un will uncork the bottle and wisely consider the message, or ignore the opportunity for peace and a rescue from annihilation.
Pondering horrific peril makes Granny Annie thirsty. I think I'll indulge in a nightcap, perhaps a Tequila Sunrise.
"Good Night and Sweet Dreams!"
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