It is about to get busy again, but I must admit I am enjoying looking at stuff at my leisure.
I was looking at what various ones have said about injustice.  I do have a problem with it.  So often it seems one group suppress another because they can. What is morally right does not come into the equation.  It is the old “might is right” scenario.  It seems the suffering of others is secondary to a perpetrators will.
Someone at our market said to me recently that they are tired of others wanting only what they want without thought for others.  It seems to me this is a micro and macro issue right now.
The cry of the oppressed is suppressed.  I do hold onto a hope though.  Justice may be slow, and seemingly too slow, but it always prevails.
One of the reasons this post is a little later than some is I have been reading about William Gladstone – a prime minister of Britian.  Actually, he was prime minister four times.  It was something he said that caused me to read more about him.  I sorta got interested in knowing more about him when I read, “what is morally wrong cannot be politically right.”
I do not hold him up as someone without fault.  My custom is to use what I like and learn from what I don’t.  I do like the saying (not his), “…every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.”   There is only one in history I would hold up as consistently morally virtuous.
Anyway, Gladstone was known as “The people’s William” in an age in Britian when what nobility wanted was mostly the only will considered, and the common person was seen to be but a pawn with non-existent rights.
It has been interesting to me to see what various ones said about justice.  Benjamin Franklin said, “justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.”
Martin Luther King refers to it often. “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”  Finally, I do think there is truth in something I read that he wrote.  “History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamour of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.” 

Yesterday was very different to the usual Sunday.  Mostly Merril and I head to N3C and are involved there.  However there was a “remembrance service” for our friend Eddy.  It was a service at a church in Dayboro.
An old friend of ours was coming and he came with us.  He used to play guitar at our jams.  I had not seen him for a while but we have such a similar sense of humour, and our times together are always a great mix of care and fun.
We knew someone else known to us all was going, so we saved a seat for them.  Turned out they arrived a little later and found a place elsewhere.  She often sang at our jams and knew Eddy from bus driving days (both had been bus drivers).
Another who was there was a friend of Eddys’ I have got to know on facebook.  He and another mate had gone to the same class together in Perth.  They had been friends for many years and got together when they could. 
I was keen to met him - Geoffry from Adelaide.  I did and I am so glad I did.
Merril and I had lunch with the people we knew from around here that we had not seen in a while.  That was a great bonus.  We went to a local place to eat and did that while shooting the breeze. There were mutual friends to hear about and find out what was going on with them.
We really did not know what the weather was going to do.  It came down really heavy with rain while we were inside eating.  But the good thing was there was no rain while we travelled.  When we got home, we saw it had rained heavily at home.  There was 44 mls in the gauge.
It was a good day.  The circumstances we met under were not ideal, but it definitely was a celebration of a life.

Well I think it might be time to change course.
For the last 10 years or so I have worked on the front yard thinking to make it a garden rather than a lawn.  As I started the process and pulled out the lawn I gained solace from the fact the grass was terrible.  I also liked what someone said who was delivering pamphlets.  They had studied horticulture and called the front a “bush garden.”  I thought, “yeah. Bush Garden.  That’s what it is.”
But something was lurking in our bush garden.  Weeds.  Every time we cleared it, they came back to the point where it looked like a good spot for an elephant to die in unnoticed.
We were told mulch was the answer.  So mulch we did.  Still the weeds found a way.  We were told the mulch had to be thick.  I think this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. We put in really thick much.  I mean like at least 10 cm thick.  Looked great for a while.  Then the weed we like least grew on top of the mulch.
We are both over major works in the garden.  We have reached the stage where we are happy for another to do what we would like.  That is, to enjoy the result rather than produce the result ourselves.  Once upon a time no worries.  But that was then and this is now.
So just about the whole front will be cleared.  Then we will have grass laid again.  Better grass than before but mowing seems less time consuming and effort than weeding.
So we are on the look out for someone who will clear our front yard.  We are not in a major hurry and just want it done to ease unnecessary stress for us both.