Besides, one of my most vivid memories is the business of
clearing my mother’s house when she died in ’95. It was a tedious, tiring and
depressing process which lasted several weeks of going over there for a few
hours nearly every day, picking through the detritus of a person’s life and
deciding how to dispose of it all by the various means possible. (I’ve even
still got some of it.) I wouldn’t want to impose that sad legacy on whoever has
the job of clearing my own detritus when the big day finally arrives.
* * *
Being effectively confined to my house by the weight of
circumstances at the moment, I decided to watch Schindler’s List again last night. I wondered whether the seeing of
people in situations rather worse than mine might help raise my mood a little.
It didn’t. It only augmented my perception of the depth to which the human
animal will freely sink when naked self-interest is allowed free rein to ride
roughshod over the virtues and finer values to which it could aspire.
* * *
And on that note, I have to mention America again. I’m
sure I’m not alone in finding the prospect of the next presidential election a
fascinating one (assuming Trump doesn’t find a way of having it cancelled.) I
occasionally think of Trump, Biden and Pelosi, and am left wondering whether
America is mature enough yet to accept that a woman with principles might run a
country better than men driven solely by the pursuit of power. I can’t answer
that one because my view is almost entirely determined by what I read in the
media, and I’m not foolish enough to accept that what I read in the media is
complete or even accurate.
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