Our Pal Al

I got an email from Al Gore this week. I was a little startled to find it. Of course it was a forward through my political action group but still, I lead a quiet life and it's nice for someone to say thank you now and again. I mentioned it to three people and they seemed less than impressed. Two were by email and it could be that it never reached them. The other I spoke to and she was really keen on sharing the joy of new bathroom wallpaper. Perhaps there are people who have even quieter lives than I do. The Mercury journal is taking shape. I have had time to reflect on the upheavals going on around me and see over and over again that we just cannot get out of our own way. We set stuff up, loved ones get annoyed with us and then we feel badly done by. On a larger scale we can see this stuff in the street racers, young men full of the joys of spring tra la, and there they are in the arms of the law accused of vehicular manslaughter and some poor soul driving along wondering if he'll ever get his mortgage paid off and maybe it would be nice to go out for fish and chips for supper ends up dead in a ditch. This in all fairness was the last thing the young men intended I'm sure, but you see the point is if we are so oblivious to our own behavior then we not only hurt ourselves we hurt others. The paradox being here that the more we look inward the clearer the outward view. The universe is relentless, if we don't notice the nudge eventually that piano will drop. Perhaps this should have gone in my journal it's distinctly lacking in humour and has very little to do with our pal Al. As Susan used to say "It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye and then it's a sport!" By the way someone called Haganrihi left me a message. Who are you?