We got relief from the summer heat in the way of thunderstorms last night. It rained all night long - yeha!
You know that this is not a political blog and that I rarely have a serious thought in my head, but I just wanted to say that I think the Olympics is not the place for protests. It is a place for athletes to come together to compete in peace. Does that make me a shallow person? I know China rates very low in human rights and something should be done, but not at the Olympics. The time to protest was before China was chosen for the venue – while China was still just a consideration. I can’t imagine what the Olympic committee was thinking. I have no problem with people protesting for human rights – just not where other people and athletes are put in danger. In this day and age those protests could turn ugly. Even people for peace are often, hmm, well, un-peaceable. Personally, I think if you have a problem with China as the venue for the Olympics, don’t go, stay home, don’t watch, don’t spend your money on the Olympics, put up signs in your yard, write your congressman, etc. But don’t bother the athletes or their families or tourist who do want to see the competitions. I want to see these athletes put away their hates, lay down their arms, come together in peace, and compete on the field.
Yesterday I had quite a few art students, which made things more fun. I love it when I have just one student, but the more, the merrier. Later I had to attend a board meeting of the Duncan Art Guild. If I get through this art show in November, I doubt I do this again. Famous last words!
The cat, Count Rugen, was a pest at art. He wanted to sit in laps and be petted. Who could resist that face? It is bad enough that Ranger, the rat terrier, begs for dog treats knowing that the art girls are suckers for fat rats. But then Rugen won’t be still in your lap or sometimes he gives little love bites. Finally he knocked over some art stuff causing everyone to jump. I tossed him outside.