Overdue!

Oh dear! What agonizing pain to be over the 40 weeks. Like a slow motion torture chamber with the best pain yet to come. This cant be true , I tell myself. Truly the baby knows what momma is feeling and will run to her rescue.Pop she will.

But what, I ask myself in insipid trepidation, if she read my previous posts and decided not to take a chance with the world outside and duct -taped herself in all that glorious amniotic fluid, nice and secure with enough food and water to last the next 21 years, at which point alcohol will seduce her out.

Pop , I coax her. Pop, I point to her the opening that will be the light at the end of the tunnel. Pop , I tell her . The world needs the next generation of strong women and leaders and they have miles to go starting with that pop.

A Ravenous Rant!

What's happening to the world I know? Such collapse , tragedy, and macro fall out.Wars all around. Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraq,Iran,Mexico,South America, and of course that black hole Africa,the list goes on. Protectionism, Industrial collapse, Fear. "What's going on", Marvin Gaye would croon dissolutely. Is this a quasi revolution we are in the midst of? Is this the end of the world? The apocalypse?

I wake up every day with more bad news. And then I spend hours on Facebook , going through photographs of people posing on beaches, warm places, resorts and other exotica in the hope that through them I will live vicariously and feel happy that at least some one seems to be happy with the world around them and be shrouded from the despondence , melancholy and deadening numbness.