It's all good

Just personal musing, it's not a political blog and there's no point, nothing to be served, only deepens emotions about something totally beyond my abilities, commenting to self about the confounding but fraught with sadness, anger, disgust and pain matters of immigrant children, abortion legislation. The situation worsens in numbers, fact, policy, intent and handling; who can deal with it competently, effectively, and with humane compassion? 

And a trade war? With both undergraduate and graduate courses in international economics, I came away with the conviction that, unless there's a promising infant industry temporarily to be protected, tariffs hurt us more than them, and everybody all around. And long years of observing that international economic interdependence is a practical deterrent to international conflict including war. War is the worst thing we do to ourselves and each other. What I see is a megalomaniacal lust and exercise of hostility, power and self-importance.


So leaving behind things that are beyond me, before heading out to the TAFB barbershop, I'm sticking to home. A tour yesterday of the school, the new windows are beautiful and long needed, and they don't have window weights, and they'll never need new sash cords or me up on a ladder reglazing; and every window opens, so there's no need to designate one emergency escape window to be kept clear of obstacles. New LED lights are already in the cafeteria-auditorium Beverly McDaniel building, and the rest of the LED lights, to be installed in every room, are in boxes in one of the old classrooms. It's all good, it's all good, it's magnificent. 

Remembering the assurance that for every loss there's a gain, it's coming to my dense surface that even the hurricane is bringing about better things than we could ask or imagine. 

T