Moody Meow

My bed felt particularly intoxicating this morning. Don’t you have those moments where the morning rushes foreword, but you want to stay beneath body-warmed blankets and lingering dreams? I felt that this morning. I’m not really tired, but the bed calls me. It’s a loud call.

We watched the first half of “When the Levees Broke.” Whether or not you side with one political ideology or another – this film is about the people who were hurt. Blame is placed throughout the political structure, to include the mayor, the governor, and the federal government. The red tape involved smacked of obscene power struggles. And it brought back memories of sights and events that I heard about through the media. The death of the elderly because of the inadequate hurricane supplies, people suffering for days without food and water, the blockade of the bridge going into the next county – it’s all so disgusting. I cried when I heard about the devastation Katrina wrought on the Gulf Coast. All of those areas deserve tears and help/ And the inadequate aid with the recovery process can only be described as wrong. There’s no other way to put it, really. I will watch the second part of the documentary, and I’m sure my ass will be on fire, but I am sure the film was meant to strike at the heart of the viewers. I know I claim to not be a people person, that I would help animals before I would the suffering human race. I’m here to say that I hate suffering, in any creature, be it human or canine. And all of that misery could have been handled better. I won’t even get into the images I saw of dogs starving to death. Fuck…this is getting me down again.

I am going to post my little story in the next post. We had to write a 300ish word paper dealing with a food memory. The stories I read were varied in cohesiveness and depth. Some people focused on the literal act of cooking. Others used the idea of memory with particular foods and specific people. One of the funniest essays dealt with a family who named their Thanksgiving turkey every year. I don’t know why, but I thought that was damn funny.

It’s Friday people! Don’t forget those who need your thoughts most, be that family or those who suffered the devastating losses in Katrina. Do something nice today. It can be very very small. Any kindness is rewarded down the line. So something little. Open the door for someone. Smile. I feel like I need to put a more positive energy forth today. The world needs more compassiopn