I don't know what I will do outside today. Right now--just after sunrise--it looks somewhat gray and dismal. Since nothing in the containers needs to be done right now I can easily postpone it. I got the last of the tomatoes, which ripened nicely in the bowl on the counter, are now cooking down to sauce. If I don't do any gardening I have plenty of dusting among the book shelves and have started another round of weeding out of books. My interests have changed so my books are gradually changing to reflect that.
Ronni Bennet has a good post this morning: Old People Want More From Life Than Safety. It is a good extension of the discussion she started by reviewing Atul Gawanda's Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End. I had a question reading Ronni's post: what do we want to be safe from? It is a question that comes to mind not only reading posts like the one above but as I listen to the news on ebola, or "terrorism," or any of the other threats du jour. And hovering in the background is the question of what should be the source of our safety. Most of the news reports seem to feature people hysterically insisting somehow a government keep them safe by what ever means, often extraordinary, deemed necessary. Often those means are applied in the face of threats that are, when examined rationally, vanishingly small.
Jesse's Cafe Américaine has a sarcastically humorous piece with a on-point cartoon about our current economic "recovery." This one is also good. The economy now resembles a casino more than anything else--and we aren't the "House."