there are many terrific diaries here the past few days, and now. There is thoughtful commentary, some of it in response to diaries that perhaps are not that well crafted, but were sufficiently cogent to provoke a thoughtful response.
I wish I could read them.
I cannot.
It is not just that I am tired from my time volunteering in Wise, about which this year I wrote only one diary.
It is also that this week is the Save Our Schools March and National Call to Action. As some know, I am on the executive committee. I will be picking people up at airports. There is a film festival starting tomorrow evening (and click on my user name to find the diary about that). I need to ask people to come prepared for extreme heat - it could be 99 degrees next Saturday when we gather at the Ellipse. I will be asking for support, sharing the thoughts of others, asking for money - the extreme heat will mean we need to spend money to make sure we can care for the people.
I am worn out. I am somewhat short-tempered. I am impatient, frustrated, irritated. I see so much wrong and hurt that should be addressed, and I see so much wrongheaded policy and politics. As much as I want peace for all, I feel little peace in my heart right now.
So please accept these words as apologies retrospective and prospective. Retrospective - I have been impatient and irritable in some of what I have posted recently, especially in comments. Prospective - I know the debt limit and other issues are important, but I am going from the hurt and suffering I see each year at Wise (and Grundy and elsewhere) to our desperate attempt to reclaim and revive meaningful public education in Save Our Schools. As a result I know I am not as considerate or thoughtful as I should be.
Sorry.