Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Where were you in 2011

The following is from a columnist for the Miami Herald and well worth reading --
 
By FRIDA GHITIS
Stop for a moment. Look around you and make a note of this time and place, because years from now you will want to remember where you were when 2011 happened.
Moving along the path of human events, we have reached a fork in the road, a turning point in history. We don’t know what lies ahead.
As this is written, the United States has — most reluctantly — entered another war in the Middle East, ostensibly to prevent a dictator, Libya’s Moammar Gadhafi, from slaughtering his people. But, it’s not just Libya. The entire Middle East is boiling.

Meanwhile, Japan, the world’s third-largest economy, has taken a punch in the gut with a natural disaster of inconceivable proportions and a nuclear crisis whose ultimate outcome remains unclear. If we had heard a month ago a story of fires in multiple nuclear reactors, mass evacuations, water too radioactive to drink in one of the world’s largest cities, radioactive vegetables and people killed by the tens of thousands in a massive earthquake and a giant tsunami, we would have thought it was a really bad movie. But this is reality.
The nuclear disaster in Japan only makes what happens in the Middle East more critical, because it highlights how unprepared the world is to withstand shocks to the oil supply.
If any part of the world underwent the kind of transformative and unpredictable upheaval we see now in the Middle East, it would count as a major development.
But when the turmoil happens in that politically radioactive region, all our lives could feel the effects. The Middle East is the source of two exceedingly powerful exports. One is oil, whose every change in supply sends jolts through the global economy. The other is ideology.
Many believe the Middle East rose to prominence only because of its oil riches. But the region triggered major global ideas and events long before oil was found. It brought the world monotheism, Christianity, Islam. It was at the center of the Crusades, the Ottoman Empire, Arab-Israeli wars and the rise of militant Islam. The Middle East has shown its ability to change the world.
We don’t know where all this will take us. Years from now we may look back and say 2011 was the year when democracy took hold in the Middle East; the year when the region stopped exporting extremism and became an example of peace, democracy, and reconciliation. We might mark it as the year when successful Arab uprisings sent a wave of democratic change to other parts of the world, helping bringing freedom to Burma and China and Cuba. We may well see the revolutions reach other corners of the world. Facebook does.
But a happy outcome is far from assured.
UK Foreign Secretary William Hague warned that if things go wrong in the Middle East, the world “would have financial consequences that would make the last three years seem the mere prelude to much greater difficulties.”
On the shores of the Persian Gulf, in Bahrain, Saudi troops have marched in against an uprising by the majority Shiites against the ruling Sunni monarchy. Iran watches closely. It has claimed Bahrain is its territory. Tehran has hinted it could intervene to help fellow Shiites. A clash between Iran and Saudi Arabia would send the world economy into a tailspin. It could also become a much wider Sunni-Shia confrontation. In nearby Yemen, at the entrance to the Persian Gulf, the U.S.-friendly president looks set to lose power. Yemen is a hotbed of radical Islamist fervor. It is the most likely country to become another Afghanistan, but its location makes it more dangerous than 1990s Afghanistan, where the Taliban allowed al Qaeda to hatch the 9/11 attacks.
At this extraordinarily important moment in history, another enormous change is taking place. The United States appears set to relinquish its role of global leadership. The post-American world, as Fareed Zakaria termed it, may just begin in 2011. President Obama agreed to take action in Libya only after France and Britain prodded him. And even now the mission, and American enthusiasm, remains hazy.
In the end, it could turn out the way we wish, with freedom and democracy for all. We don’t know. But whatever happens, you will remember 2011.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Reluctant Organization

I do believe yesterday the final Christmas decorations came down.  Now, however, I have spent the weekend trying to efficiently combine and store the decorations.  My idea is to put them together by location and store them in LIFO order (last in, first out.)  However, I find myself ridiculously tied to the original boxes things came in or were stored in. 

Having more or less completed the task (final clean up still to be done, but that'll be another day) I'm not sure I've accomplished much more than replacing cardboard boxes that have served the purpose for lo these many years with plastic, see-through tubs that still have boxes of decorations in them.  And I'm not sure I've conserved any space; there are many things that have been stored in cupboards where they are used for decorating or put in tubs in the basement.  AND I put a bunch of stuff in a 3' x 3' box for the flea market.  Yet, the Christmas closet is filled to the gills.  What's wrong with this picture!!!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Home Alone

It's a dreary gray Saturday, and the rain has changed to snow.  Tom went up to Lansing for a meeting, and is staying to have dinner with Tommy.  Glad they've connected, but don't like being home alone for most of the day on Saturday.  If it's during the week, no problem; I love having the house to myself.  But for some reason Saturdays are a different matter.  Maybe if it were sunny it'd be a different matter.

Met with Leslie Knecht Driver today to engage her decorating services for some things.  Our family room is, as Tom is wont to call it, "a bowling alley" from front door and foyer to the fireplace.  Simple suggestions that will make a world of difference, from changing lamp shades and moving some pictures very slightly to changing out a rectangular coffee table (oak and granite; I really like it but she's got the eye) for a large round one and adding an area rug to soften the bowling alley effect.  The coffee table will replace the kids' train table in the basement that I got at a Mom2Mom sale a couple of years ago for my distant future grandbabies.  Tom should be pleased about that; he's not thrilled I got it in the first place, and doesn't like using it as a coffee table -- works for me (especially since the top flips from a kiddie town scene to a plain white top) but oh well.  Not sure where it will go; maybe the flea market, or "on loan" to someone if anyone is interested.  Will change out a kitchen chandelier and the dining room one; have always disliked both.  Will put the one of the very first pieces of real furniture I purchased back in the late '70s-early '80s -- a champagne colored wing chair with ottoman -- in the parish flea market this summer.  Tom will be pleased with that too!  We have a surfeit of furniture, and the second piano from his folks this past summer has usurped its place in the family room so it's stuck in the living room where it's rather out of place. 

I think the whole process will be fun.

Think next weekend I'll put the winter decorations (snowmen and pine trees mostly) away.  It's time to THINK SPRING!!!!

But for now, guess I'll go back to working on family finances.  (Or maybe take that chair to the basement myself first.)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

On the 45th Day of Christmas ... my decorations are still up ...

On the night of January 17 I began to sneeze repeatedly and repeatedly.  And now, on the evening of February 8, I'm still hacking away and feeling fatigued.  For a few short days in there I actually thought I was getting over the flu -- I was back at my desk on January 24, and back in my bed on the afternoon of Feb. 3.  Had worked late on Feb. 2, and about 7:15 felt like I hit a brick wall.  Went home, coughed all evening and was wiped out.  Had to finish an annual report for work the next morning, but went home when that was accomplished.  Could barely crawl out of bed the next day, and was truly too sick to go to the doctor.  Finally made it on Feb. 7, got antibiotics, and VIOLA!!! (yes, I know it's supposed to be Voila! but some of us in the Megnin family say VIOLA!) Drugs are wonderful things -- am still tired and coughing, but feeling so far ahead of where I was yesterday it's not funny.  So maybe for the rest of the evenings this week I'll get after the remaining decorations.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Birthday Bonanza

Yesterday I began my 58th (!) year, having completed 57 years on this mortal coil.  The day started out with a text message from my brother Bob; such a nice beginning to my 2011 "day of note."  Tom is down with the flu, and he croaked out, "Happy Birthday.  I know this is tacky, but I ordered a cake for you from Country Market; would you pick it up, please?"  So much for dinner out, but no matter.  I decided in the morning rather than be on the receiving end, I should celebrate by giving.  Not that there was all that much opportunity, but still, it's a better perspective to have on one's birthday. 

Went to morning Mass.  My "birthday twin" Mimi (who turned 80-something) and I were remembered in the intentions, and seranaded by the congregation at the end of Mass.  In turn, the three of us ladies in the office put candles in a doughnut and sang to Mimi when she and the ladies were finished stuffing the flyers into the bulletins. Dad & Claire called and sang Happy Birthday and chatted for a bit.  Dolores stopped by with a card and carnations.  Elizabeth came in with popcorn toppings, popcorn, and a carrot cupcake.  Cindy gave me a bottle of wine and bought my lunch.  Julie brought me a potted hyacinth.  Throughout the day there were greetings on Facebook, in my email, and more text messages.

When I picked up the birthday cake, I also got a steak and some snow peas, and fixed a nice dinner for Tom and me, complemented with the wine from Cindy.  The mail brought some cards and a package from Eva.  I got some more birthday calls, and talked for quite a while with Eva.  Tom and I ended the evening with cake.

It was low-key and wonderful, all around.  I truly, truly am blessed by good fortune and blessings, and all good gifts of friends and family and people who care.

I really want to thank you, Lord.  Amen.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Wow! No longer a walking zombie!

It's amazing how you can wake up after days of being ill and realize you actually feel like a member of the human race again!  Yay hooray!  However, I continue to have a pretty bad headache in the a.m.  Wonder if it's dust -- a horrifying amount of dust has accumulated on the carpeting under the bed.  Am in the guest room (didn't want to share the bugs with Tom once he got home).  Definitely something to be said for hardwood floors -- when our ship comes in I'm going to recommend we put hardwood floors down instead of wall-to-wall carpeting.

The guest room is next to Eva's room, and for the second morning in a row a musical alarm has gone off in her room.  There are Christmas boxes all over in there (guess what my project for the week was going to be!) and when I went in I couldn't find the alarm.  It must have been going off every morning since Christmas at 8 o'clock, the last time she slept in her bed and the time to get up to begin our annual Christmas ritual of being up, opening gifts, having breakfast and being out the door by 10 for the trek to PA.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Sick in Bed

I guess the tree falling over was a blessing in disguise, otherwise it would still be up.  As it is, the decorations are laying on tables in the kitchen and family room. 

Around 4:00-4:30 on Monday I had a sniffle that I could tell was not an allergy sniffle -- how is that? but I can tell.  Got home and felt myself sliding downhill.  Elizabeth came over for sewing, but after an hour of me sneezing an incredible amount, she offered to go home, and I readily agreed.  To bed immediately thereafter, and have been there since.  Lord, I hate being sick!