We all remember Mr. Rogers. Well, ok, some of us remember Mr. Rogers either as a parent or as a child growing up with his regular TV program. Between being optimistic and being the cardigan wearing type, a few phrases have always stuck in my mind.
“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood’
And it was today. Sun shining, the birds happily making a racket and the wind which had been whipping around last night at 45+MPH was so well behaved as to be unnoticeable. I slept in, 0200 for a bedtime is just not compatible with getting up at the crack of dawn. There was enough hot water for a shower and the laundry found my bag with only a minim of fuss.
Traffic was light as I made my way to the office feeling rather cheerful. Shortly after arriving, I even got a call from home. I like talking to my husband and son and would have talked longer but for the pesky battery on the phone deciding to die in the middle of the call.
Even the wind coming up this evening filling the sky, the air and my mouth with grit has not shaken my mood. Of course, it would have been nice to have gotten decent photos from the roof of the Korean hospital, but I will try again if there is ever another clear day. Being up there, even fighting the wind, did prove to me that there is actually a world, houses, villages and people outside the fence.
It is the fourth night
Photos from Last Night
and I have a few photos from last night –
and we kind of did a Pesach type thing – took the historical story and read it while eating, everyone taking a turn at reading so that no one had cold Latkes.
Since I have an 0600 show time, I think it is time to head for bed.