Wednesday [1]

1.  Housekeeping

A minor lurgy has intruded itself here.  Shall hopefully be open for business around 8.30 a.m., starting with comments threads in Wednesday [2].

a.  Rossa's mother has sent a reminiscence.

Remember the good old days when we'd eat a cake someone had just blown on?

b.  A few people in different parts of the world are concurrently thinking just now [I know this via email] that things have not worked out as had been planned, the plan we had ... even the dream is being stymied by stoopid things and I'm thinking mine also will need some lateral thinking to get around.

And as usual, a song springs to mind, a Rolling Stones number actually but as I no longer like the Stones due to what they're about, even if the music is often great, here's a karaoke version - just the chorus is the relevant part:

"You can't always get what you want"  [Repeated a few times]

"But if you try sometimes, you might just find, you get what you need"

The verse about seeing her today at the reception you can put your own lyrics to.

Seems to me that Jagger and Richards were inadvertently saying, in those lyrics, the opposite of what their master, for whom I have no sympathy, would have them say.  

Because their Maker might just be singing that chorus Himself, suggesting people drop the frustration and despair and be patient, make certain moves to meet the coming storm [both literally and allegorically], He'll take care of the revenge and justice side of things through his agencies, let it not burn us up inside, we have better things to be pursuing. 

He might be suggesting it's better to have what we need, rather than what we'd hoped, what we'd thought we needed, as we can't always see the bigger picture.  Not at first anyway.  Doesn't mean we sit on our rumps and do nothing - there are moves to make for sure ... we can't let it eat us out though.

And I'm directing that at myself, dear reader, not at anyone else.  A friend might have jogged the memory, yes, but I'm directing the advice to myself.  

Our enemies wish us to despair and fear, they kill off our dreams, even the ability to just live.  Let's not give them the satisfaction.  Illegitimi non carborundum.  Let's not comply.