After a restful weekend on the boat, I am back at the dock. Time to have a little breakfast before scrubbing decks and stowing the dinghy.
Amelia, my old girl's daughter, did great as a boat dog. It took more practice to get her in and out of the dinghy, but we managed. Giving her some treats helped, although she was keener on getting in the dinghy than getting back on the boat. "You want me to go up to that big boat? Can't I just stay in this little boat?".
Yesterday was the date of my father's death. I thought about him a lot during the day. He surely would have liked this boat, although he might have wondered at having to spend so much money on it and upkeep. He was a child of the depression and lived with economic deprivation in mind.
I haven't known deprivation, hunger, or joblessness. No one that I know is hungry, but there are plenty that I don't know who are struggling every day. The comfort with which I live sometimes makes me uneasy. Yet, I realize that I am so fortunate and am grateful for so much. Doing my part to help others through donations and past work at the homeless shelter seems so
small compared to the immensity of the problems. I guess there are times that I feel a little guilty for those things that I have. I just know that I am not stealing from others to better myself.
I don't know where I am going with this topic, other than to say that the deck is stacked against those who have so little. Through saving and ingenuity, my father's family held on to their land and businesses. They lived within their means and got by. I wonder if that is possible in the world that we live in today.
"We live in a system that espouses merit, equality, and a level playing field, but exalts those with wealth, power, and celebrity, however gained."--Derrick Bell