You’re one of my favorite kitty blogs, and I know a lot of people follow you. There’s a local shelter in my area, no kill, that’s in danger of closing. I’m trying to get the word out to find people who can donate or at least signal boost… in two months…
It’s amazing how paying one’s library fines can renew one’s spirit! I feel like the weight of the world is off my shoulders and I can walk into the library with a clear conscience and my head held high. When I owe money, I feel like my beloved librarians KNOW what I’ve done and are scowling at me behind their sweet smiles. I’m sure this is not actually the case — they’ve said as much when I’ve used the circulation desk as my own private confessional booth in the past — but it feels good to be back on the right side of the Dewey Decimal System Law.
I am just about sick to death of people lumping an entire region of the country and all its inhabitants into some sort of stereotypical and disgusting bucket of filth and ugliness. I am tired of people feeling it is perfectly OK to insult Southerners openly, calling them – as a group, at that! – “hicks,” “rednecks,” “Confederates,” and worse. I have grown weary of people assuming (and admitting such, publicly, as though it is a given) that my Southern friends and I are uneducated because of the accent with which we speak. And I have been worn completely out from hearing about how wonderful “The North” is and how things are simply So Much Better There. It’s not true.
The South has its flaws, heaven knows. But guess what? So does the rest of the country. So does the rest of the world, in fact. Some terrible history has happened in the South. And the North. On the Midwest, and on the West Coast. Some Southerners are slimeballs and criminals. Some Northerners are, too. Just like people from all parts of the world are, sadly.
We’re in all in this together, like it or not. And like it or not, we’d better come together and stop slinging ill-conceived insults at whole regions of the country. It’s unacceptable. And it makes the insult-slingers look like fools. Bless their hearts. When will they realize that it’s not an insult to be Southern?
Five days out from my sixth marathon, here come the nerves again, and I only have one reply to them: “What kept you?” I suppose it would be abnormal if they didn’t creep up at some point — and I suppose that then, I would worry myself sick wondering where the nerves were. ;)
Anyway, this time around, as I round a half-dozen of these longer-distance races, I’m embracing the nerves and doing my best to convert them into excitement — which is what they really are, anyway. Because I AM excited — because I know that no matter what Saturday brings out there on the course, I’m blessed enough to be able to run, to carry myself over 26.2 miles, to spend five undivided hours chatting away with a best friend I don’t have the pleasure of seeing nearly enough.
So, it’s all good, in the end. And the nerves/excitement are all good, too. They have a way of keeping one focused.