Spinning
We have looms and we have spinning wheels. Too numerous to count. Ha! I’m guilty of being acquisitive. I doesn’t help that Colleen is too. But this post is about picking images. And today I spun Lightroom and recall this memory.
The time is September 2014 in Saudi Arabia. What would you know about living in a totalitarian government in which freedom could be snatched at any moment? How about being reminded that freedom is a gift every day? How about if you have taken simple freedom for granted each and every day of your life? Unrestricted travel? Not here!
My old boss is in a dungeon placed there without stated charges by the prince. A man can be wealthy and then imprisoned the next day. Does it sound like a scene from medieval times? I had to leave my cat behind… another long story. I was blessed to escape. I got out without too much red tape and with too much drama for anyone’s liking. But I’m out! The parting gift was the worst cough/cold of my life given to me by a pair of random fellow travelers on the airplane. Thanks a lot. The relief (of my escape) was palpable then and even today. Living in Saudi was an experience not to be missed. I miss the scuba dives in the Red Sea. I miss some people I met. I do not miss being living in a totalitarian regime.(Happy New Year, Gen)
Are there parallels in American history today? The once and future king… The vast majority of the population live in freedom they take for granted. Never was this so true. I wish you could have walked in my shoes.
Happy New Year
Looking back, looking forward. Hope. Keep it all the year long.
Another year. They are precious. This year Jules will have a new baby. I appreciate that there are not so many years to come. Each one is a gift. Last year was good. I can look forward to another eventful year. On this first day life is full of infinite promise.
White House
Considering the state of our government it’s better if we don’t see all. You can walk around the building but there is only one view that allows a relatively unobstructed view from afar. Everywhere else you get a partial view. The fake president was off to Florida to play golf while the nation marched for gun control. He didn’t have the balls to stay in DC and face the crowd. It was his prerogative to ignore a million or so people who gathered within hailing distance of the White House. Secret Service police were assigned mandatory overtime to protect the building. The one officer I spoke with had been on duty 17 straight hours and would stand post till the event was finished – about a 24 hour shift. I’m disconcerted to see the security guards on the roof. I learned this from one of the recent White House movies.
Meanwhile our fearless leader kept quiet and didn’t tweet about the “March for Our Lives” at all. The NRA had him in their pocket I guess. His kid has Secret Service protection in school. Maybe ours deserve as much too?
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