Orange Sky Interpret

How often moments come
that when spent again
are less than we hoped.

Life lived and lost in a blink
a slippery hope grasped
in the fog of the day.

With clarity though, this is
True, to you, dear.

Each morning I wake seeing a
future smile. Gentle
and sweet worn upon my cherub.

I don't hunt for the dream
or force the wishes. Interrupts me?
Never, for the doors wide open.

UN Scandal - Oil-For-Money-For-Corruption

I'm sure you're all aware of the UN Oil-For-Food scandal.

People keep pointing to the UN as a group of countries, not to blame - they are not responsible and the UN is not to be punished.

They are criminals engaged in the worst type of profiteering known to man. Stealing from the mouths of the damned, while the damned watch helplessly - all in the name of helping those same people. Worse than terrorism, worse than greed.

Kofi Annan, you and your family are scum.

The Lucy Room

We painted Lucy's room pink, a mauvy pink, over the last two weeks. A pink room. Not so bad though, the wife painted some varying width vertical stripes on the one unbroken wall that the sun streams in on. She used colors we'd painted around the house toned down with white. All in all, pretty cool.

The Twinlette (sister-in-law) brought over a new spindle crib that we setup in the corner. I kept shaking it to see if it was sturdy and I think this confused them. The point was to see how much action the crib had when it was shaken to see if it would wake the baby, not to see if it was sturdy. They'll figure it out later.

Yes, it was fine.

The wife wants me to write Lucy a poem. Maybe later today I'll put my mind to it.

-- Thoughts like you, sun sliding through the trees
-- Providing warmth and kindness.