At last the world seems to have righted itself, and after three sessions with three different telephone engineers, our internet connection finally seems to be stabilized. I do say that with some reservations because it has yet to be sorely tested by a seriously serious rain storm. But so far it has survived several showers, which it was not wont to do for the last ten days.
It’s astonishing to think that I spent the first half century of my life without the internet, and that I am now so bereft without it. I was surprised how much I missed writing this blog too, and now have a stack of little bits of paper on which I have scribbled reminders to myself about everything from world conditions to downright trivia I might write about.
I might as well begin with the confession that I am considering the unthinkable. If Hilary Clinton gets the Democratic nomination instead of Barak Obama, I’m not sure I can bring myself to vote for her. On the other hand, voting for a Republican, no matter how much of a rebel McCain has been, right now is beyond what I could force my hand to do.
Perhaps I will protest by abstaining. Not sure though. Is that the coward’s way out?
It could be worse. I doubt my moral courage would be sufficient if I were living in Zimbabwe. It’s scary to think my own biggest worry is getting a reliable internet connection.
