Wonderland or Not

In an hour it’s World Refu­gee Day. I men­tion it in pas­sing, though I think that if you are not paying atten­tion to the fact every day it’s not worth pre­ten­ding you give a crap, but that is just me.

Tomo­rrow is also Inter­na­tio­nal Sur­fing Day. Con­se­quently I’m taking off to the sea for a cou­ple of days, something I would have done today except for a late after­noon mee­ting. Satur­days are no lon­ger sac­red, but that is alright, this allows me dif­fe­rent free days, and the retur­ning traf­fic is more accom­mo­da­ting on Tuesdays.

Tomo­rrow is also Father’s Day.

We can run,
But we can’t hide from it.
Of all pos­si­ble worlds,
We only got one:
We gotta to ride on it.
Wha­te­ver we’ve done,
We’ll never get far from what we leave behind,
Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can’t hide.

My father (a civil engi­neer and an archi­tect), drag­ged us half all the way across the world to live because,whether it was homes or brid­ges, he belie­ved in envi­ron­men­tally res­pon­si­ble buil­ding and cons­truc­tion. All this back in the day when Shell and BP had bought out all the green buil­ding supply com­pa­nies making it too costly for little men, large cor­po­ra­tions, or urba­ni­ties, to choose the green path. That was brave and I thank him.

My father likes this song.

We Can Run, from The Gra­te­ful Dead’s last stu­dio album, Built to Last, ori­gi­nally relea­sed on Octo­ber 31, 1989.

Happy Fathers Day

Peace