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Today should have been triumphant. I should have been writing a post all about my adventure finding a marvelous addition to my landscaping. I stumbled across a magnificent piece of driftwood on the beach. It’s huge and beautiful and perfectly flat on the bottom. (That’s it next to the four-foot high fence.) It is as if the ocean had given me a gift and all I had to do was get it home.

Needless to say, it was an entertaining escapade and no small undertaking. It is mind-boggling how many strangers offered assistance but had bad backs or other maladies prohibiting them from actually helping. I’m going to go with . . . it’s the thought that counts. No worries. I had help with me as it was a trip designated to gather more driftwood for garden edging. This wonderful piece of nature’s art is now proudly displayed out by the street next to the bird feeders and lily bed dedicated to the Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ (which has 7! bloom spikes developing). But no . . .

I have long acknowledged the trouble I have getting all the parts of my life sync’d to be happy with everything. If my work life was good, my love life was a disaster. If my love life was humming, I was facing imminent financial doom. If somehow everything was excellent, my house caught fire! Seriously, I’ve had a house fire . . . twice! I was pretty much resigned to that being my fate . . . until recently. My personal life is great. I’m happy in all its aspects, so . . .

The house isn’t burning; nobody is sick; a volcano hasn’t sprouted in my yard; an asteroid isn’t racing through the sky towards me (that I know of) . . . No, the government of my country has lost its flipping mind. What the hell? Is my personal curse now being inflicted on the world at large?

I should be gaily munching tacos and sipping Margaritas on my front porch enjoying my ocean-created sculpture with the person I love and that loves me. Instead, I feel heartsick, anger, outrage, shame, disgust, helpless and even more than a little guilty for even having such a fantastic life when others are suffering so at the hands of my nation.

I don’t understand how there are such horrible and cruel acts being officially committed in this country. You know . . . “the land of the free and the home of the brave.” How do such wicked actions make us free or brave? How can anyone with a soul be happy and content while such evil is perpetrated on the innocent? I know I’m not alone in how I feel. They have to be stopped . . .

Stop harshing my buzz!