We have plenty toilet paper here, but reducing supplies of optimistic cheerfulness. The planet is fed up with us, perhaps. Time to teach us a lesson (which we won't learn).
Ah, this overlapped with my comment on your blog. So you do have enough toilet paper. I am releaved. ;-)The thought sounds dark, but yes: it seems "we" are getting what "we" have been hard working for.And yes, again: "We" won't learn the lesson.Perhaps I wrote that before: Sometimes I wish I were a humble gardener who loves poetry.
I do recall Old Voltaire had something to say about tending our garden
Yep, Candide.Not sure, if certain people would call it a kind of escapism. But the longer I live, my fighting spirit fades. Not my contempt with certain people, though.
maybe the likes of us should rise up and fight, but we are tired... I could polish the lance, but it is heavy...
It's not that I were tired ... I tend to think it is just not worthwhile. And that is so sad.As I do see my grandchildren ...Maybe the likes of us should overcome their tiredness, rise up and fight ...
I will rest a bit further, then maybe rise, with words, most likely, shouted at windmills. But I really am tired, in at least two ways. Goodnight.