October 6, 2006 @ 6:10 pm by sean
John Ruskin said this:
‘Suppose you had each, at the back of your house, a garden large enough for your children to play in, with just as much lawn as would give them room to run, -no more- and that you could not change your abode; but that, if you chose, you could double your income, or quadruple it, by digging a coal-shaft in the middle of the lawn, and turning the flower-beds into heaps of coke. Would you do it? I think not. I can tell you, you would be wrong if you did, though it gave you income sixtyfold instead of four fold.
Yet this is what you are doing with all England. The whole country is but a little garden, not more than enough for your children to run on the lawns of, if you would let them all run there. And this little garden you will turn into furnace-ground, and fill with heaps of cinders, if you can ; and those children of yours, not you, will suffer for it.’
This is what they were doing in late 1800’s, early 1900’s England, and what we are doing today. We criticize our government for digging for oil all over our beautiful country or claiming they are going to war for oil, yet we complain when the decreasing oil supply causes higher gas prices. We give them no reason to stop digging. We still mine for everything. Put up factories all over our flower gardens. Cut down our flower gardens for material and grazing. Though the US is very much larger than England, our whole country is but a little garden, not more than enough for our children to run the lawns of, and we are destroying it while complaining about it happening, and complaining to cause it.
I am missing a funeral and a moving away party this weekend.
Great aunt Pat passed away this week.
Brent and Lisa, Jake and Sammy have lived up by our cottage always. Well, since they have been a family. We watch the harbor fireworks on July 4th from their beach. Relax in the hugeness of their house. They come down to our beach nearly every time we are there. Jake is a continual source of pestering and entertainment. They are an intrinsic part of my life up north.
Brent went to Oregon over the summer for a week of golf, and now they are moving to Washington state at the end of the month.
Just like that.
The whole ‘cottage’ life I have will be so different by the next time I am there, which probably will not be until Memorial Weekend. Mum and dad -and hopefully the rest of the family- are moving everything that is left in to the new cottage, and the old ones will likely be torn down before I get to see them again.
What if I do not like it up there anymore?
How can something that has been such a source of joy suddenly not be?
If I was someone else
I would probably be leaving right now to go home.
Situations such as this is why I think I will still move home after school is finished.
It all seems trivial and vain.
Are there not bigger concerns to occupy me in life?