I'm just a cock-eyed optimist

We live in a scary world these days.  I mean, if you can't trust in Elliot Spitzer anymore, what's left?  The Democrats are having a slug fest, people are losing their jobs and their houses at an alarming rate, a financial giant like Bear Sterns is being bought like a bargain bin CD and we still have a president who clings to the notion that everything is just fine.  Cranes are falling in NYC and crushing buildings like cardboard, there seems to be an alarming rate of meningitis fatalities in the local schools and idiotic celebrities still seem to be more important in the minds of the general public than real issues of the day.

And yet... Spring is coming this week.  I see buds ready to burst on the trees.  The robins have returned in full force and their chirping - along with many other species - is what I hear in the mornings now.  Grass is starting to green up in places.  The Lilac Festival is a mere 2 months away.  I just got tickets to see the Cyndy Lauper "True Colors" concert at Jones Beach on June 1 and we'll get to see the B-52s and the Indigo Girls and lots of other great performers. 

So there is much to anticipate.  I find that I cannot be depressed even if I think that I should be, given the state of the world.  Does this mean I am nuts or that there is hope after all?

I'm not really sure.

I'm just a cock-eyed optimist

We live in a scary world these days.  I mean, if you can't trust in Elliot Spitzer anymore, what's left?  The Democrats are having a slug fest, people are losing their jobs and their houses at an alarming rate, a financial giant like Bear Sterns is being bought like a bargain bin CD and we still have a president who clings to the notion that everything is just fine.  Cranes are falling in NYC and crushing buildings like cardboard, there seems to be an alarming rate of meningitis fatalities in the local schools and idiotic celebrities still seem to be more important in the minds of the general public than real issues of the day.

And yet... Spring is coming this week.  I see buds ready to burst on the trees.  The robins have returned in full force and their chirping - along with many other species - is what I hear in the mornings now.  Grass is starting to green up in places.  The Lilac Festival is a mere 2 months away.  I just got tickets to see the Cyndy Lauper "True Colors" concert at Jones Beach on June 1 and we'll get to see the B-52s and the Indigo Girls and lots of other great performers. 

So there is much to anticipate.  I find that I cannot be depressed even if I think that I should be, given the state of the world.  Does this mean I am nuts or that there is hope after all?

I'm not really sure.