Until The Day Is Done

As the sun sets on another lovely weekend, I sit here anxiously knowing summer is rapidly drawing to a close.  So far this has been a pretty lousy summer, weather wise.  There has not been a single 90 degree day in the area.  It seems to rain almost every day or every other day.  We have been pretty lucky with tennis, not getting rained out much but rain is always an ever present menace to playing.  I broke a string on my racquet Friday, fortunately there is a guy in town that can string it pretty quickly.

I have been thinking about this quote by Camus "In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer."  I am dreading the cold weather and snow.  Its months away but occasionally the thoughts of 20 degree days and snow cross my mind.  I am going to use that quote by Camus to help me in the season of despair that is winter.  I don't want winter to arrive but choices are nil.  I wish I could go into a deep slumber on December 20 and awake April 20.

The shooting of the unarmed Michael Brown has bothered me intensely.  The details of the shooting are uncertain but this scenario happens too much in this country.  It seems black guys in the U.S. are presumed guilty.  As a white male, I have no idea what a black man goes through.  I can only empathize and even then I can't come close to how hard it must be for a young black kid who lives in the ghetto.  How does he get through life?  Many people thought with the election of Barack Obama that we were beyond the scars of racism.  This is not even close to being true.  The unabashed hatred of Obama by the right wing is not only political, many of the old white men in the republican party can't stand that their commander in chief is black.  The south is a virtual cesspool of bigotry, people displaying the vile confederate flag.  Will people ever change?  I don't see it in the near future because racism is passed from one generation to their children to the next and so on.  How can you stop it?  I don't have a clue.

The sun has set, the day is now done.  My minuscule brain has begun its nightly process of shutting down.  I wish I could think of something interesting to say to end this dull piece.  Therefor I will end with a quote to ponder by a much wiser man than me, T.S. Eliot.  "I don't believe one grows older.  I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates."

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