bits n pieces

another rider was killed here last night
I sure hope it’s not someone I know

seems that the only answer that the police ever have
is that they were riding too fast
and while I’m sure that this often is
the contributing factor
it can’t always be

in other news
the VOD is still in Merritt
it’s kinda weird at my house right now
spooky quiet
but in a good way
too bad it wasn’t an incentive
to do some housework eh?
but I am firm in the understanding
that if I just sit down
the urge will pass! :o)

the weather is much better this week
than it was last
and as a result the ride to work
is much more pleasant

then again
there’s never a bad day for a ride

I watched a special on the news last night
about a news person that was bombed in Iraq
She lived
but her crew didn’t
and it got me to thinking…

here’s the young wife of one of the camera men
and 2 very small children
poised at the beginning of their lives
only to have all their hopes and dreams
dashed upon the rocks of fate

it brought me to mind of 2 things:

1.. we hear about the war so much
that humanity seems to have
become desensitised to the horror…
we quickly flip the channel to avoid those
ghastly pix –
to keep us safe in our delusions…
to keep us from understanding that the
thousands of people that die
were someones daddy or mommy or
brother or sister or husband or wife
and that somewhere hearts are breaking
or broken…

2…while that heartbroken wife has had all
of her hopes and dreams dashed
her two wee children haven’t….
they both call their daddy a hero
but they don’t truly realize just what that means
they don’t realize that they’ve lost their daddy
cos a man in Washington says that they
need to protect their country from something
he finds fearful….that we are no longer sure exactly
what that is…but that their daddy was not just
a hero…he was a patriot.
and in spite of the horrific loss of their daddy
they will go on to a new, not better but new reality
with new hopes and dreams

and that my friends
is the cycle of life
*sigh*