Today, thanks to the generosity of my good friend D. I am now the proud owner of my very own rubber duckie! As perfect a little yellow rubber uk‘ling with an orange bill, as you ever laid eyes on. It is sitting atop my computer monitor at the moment, keeping me company as I write this. She found it while on her vacation by the sea. I can now enjoy with relish my hot bath, complete with the appropriate duckie to keep me company. For the significance of this event please refer to the November 3rd entry.
Also, thanks to D. for getting me out of the house today. We went to all our usual haunts. The craft store, the dollar store, the library, the bank, the grocery and bless her heart, she took me out to lunch at La Bou where I had a half tuna sandwich and she had Oriental chicken salad. Lovely. Thanks D. !!!
When we were at the craft store, they had a little box on the counter with American flag ribbons you could pin to your sweater. They were free. We promptly put ours on. That was really great of them to do that.
I turned the TV on very briefly, long enough to hear that some of Saddam’s forces are dressing up as US soldiers and waiting for some of the locals to surrender to them and then they execute them. I don’t know a bad enough word to use for people like this. I need a bigger vocabulary. Maybe Rachel or Louise could help me out here. A nasty Scots curse word might feel good rolling off my tongue, or a good British gutter word would properly describe these pieces of camel dung. I am almost speechless before such treachery. But not quite.
I think I may have to spend some time at the desk in the closet this evening. Think a few things through. My heart is breaking that these Iraqis could be so heartless and cruel to their own countrymen, and using US as their foil to deceive, this really is beyond the pale.
Sigh.
Even the rubber duckie has tears in his eyes.
I think we both need a good hot bath.