Frustration Frustration

It must be time for me to go on vacation and cut myself off as much as possible from what is going on in the news. I feel nothing now but frustration. Frustration about the oil and the damages it is doing. Frustration about the criticism of the President and what people say he should or should not be doing. I feel these frustrations from the time I awake until I fall asleep at night.

It’s time to cut myself loose from the minute by minute reports on the television. I want to immerse myself in the smell of saltwater and the call of the gulls. I want to be safe inside our little rented cottage on the beach with Mr. Pop and Martini when the afternoon thunderstorms move ashore. I want to concentrate on my treasures and for just a little while and forget how many awful things there may be to come.

All I have to do is hang on tight until Monday. That day when I disconnect my computer I will also disconnect me for a little while.