I haven't done a great deal this Labour Day, I haven't even been out, just carried on with my needlework and a little more desultory sorting out.
In my sorting out I came across an old laptop, and I can't understand why I haven't got Microsoft Word on it. I have a document on Word Pad called, rather pretentiously, "The Decades of My Life", ha ha. I suppose you would call it an attempt at an autobiography. Memo to my loved ones. If I am run over by a bus tomorrow (assuming I will be somewhere where buses run, but I don't know where that will be) you might want to retrieve this. I was jotting down my memories. I have been trying to figure how to transfer it to my desktop so I can edit it. I think it might need a visit to James and the tech guys at Staples. I'm a total stranger to the sales staff at Staples, but I was told once all the tech guys know me. I don't think I want these tech guys to see this highly personal stuff, so I'll try and hide it and tell them I can't access my e-mail. I'll have a look in a minute and see what else I can't access.
Tuesday
I was up and out early this morning, I heard a much loved member of Emmanuel had been admitted to the hospital over the weekend, and was going to be transferred to the City, so I went to visit before they left.
And I sorted out the computer room. I decided that with a desk and a computer, it can't help looking like an office, but it looks better than it did, with some re-arranging of furniture, rugs and throws.
The next job in the late spring clean is the spare bedroom, and that is going to be a job and half because I have got handiwork stuff scattered around it which needs sorting.
I watched television when it was reported another journalist had been beheaded. It just broke my heart to try and imagine what his mother must be going through, what the families of all the other hostages are going through. I can't begin to express my feelings towards those responsible. I don't like admitting it, but I didn't think I was capable of feeling this much hate.
I think everyone is surprised at just how many - and it runs into hundreds - of radical Muslims there are, both here and in the UK, travelling around the world with western passports. In Minneapolis in Minnesota, for example, there is a very large Somali community of single parents who were originally refugees, consequently there is an enormous number of disaffected young men who are being radicalised in the mosques, and Muslim schools, there. And they are leaving - in droves - to join the ISIS fighters.
I fear we are facing down Armageddon and I can't get my head round the fact that the President just seems to be pretending it is all not happening, or it will all just "go away" because he had no idea how to handle it. The news anchors are trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, saying none of us knows what is really going on behind the scenes. They seem a bit "put out" for want of a better expression, at the fact that it is David Cameron who interrupted his holiday, is acting decisively addressing Parliament on the crisis, and taking a leadership role on the world stage. They have prided themselves for so long on "American Exceptionalism".
I think that's my two cents worth ............................
Tuesday
I was up and out early this morning, I heard a much loved member of Emmanuel had been admitted to the hospital over the weekend, and was going to be transferred to the City, so I went to visit before they left.
And I sorted out the computer room. I decided that with a desk and a computer, it can't help looking like an office, but it looks better than it did, with some re-arranging of furniture, rugs and throws.
The next job in the late spring clean is the spare bedroom, and that is going to be a job and half because I have got handiwork stuff scattered around it which needs sorting.
I watched television when it was reported another journalist had been beheaded. It just broke my heart to try and imagine what his mother must be going through, what the families of all the other hostages are going through. I can't begin to express my feelings towards those responsible. I don't like admitting it, but I didn't think I was capable of feeling this much hate.
I think everyone is surprised at just how many - and it runs into hundreds - of radical Muslims there are, both here and in the UK, travelling around the world with western passports. In Minneapolis in Minnesota, for example, there is a very large Somali community of single parents who were originally refugees, consequently there is an enormous number of disaffected young men who are being radicalised in the mosques, and Muslim schools, there. And they are leaving - in droves - to join the ISIS fighters.
I fear we are facing down Armageddon and I can't get my head round the fact that the President just seems to be pretending it is all not happening, or it will all just "go away" because he had no idea how to handle it. The news anchors are trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, saying none of us knows what is really going on behind the scenes. They seem a bit "put out" for want of a better expression, at the fact that it is David Cameron who interrupted his holiday, is acting decisively addressing Parliament on the crisis, and taking a leadership role on the world stage. They have prided themselves for so long on "American Exceptionalism".
I think that's my two cents worth ............................
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