Let There Be Peace

Monday evening I boiled up some eggs and made the greatest egg salad.  I've never used salt in it, but love mixing some mustard, mayo, and black pepper.  Simple, and with a Pepperidge Farm  sandwich thin, one of my favorites. Was looking forward to lunch yesterday so you can imagine my chagrin when I took the container out and discovered I'd brought a container of corn instead of the egg salad. What can I say?  They're both yellow, were both in the same kind of container, and I was in a rush.  Luckily I had some jelly there at work so I put some on the sandwich thin, and that was lunch.  At least I had something.  It's far too expensive to eat out.

The new blood pressure medication is now also making me cough...and worse than the other one.  At least with the Lisinipril when I was up and about and active, the tickles didn't come, but with this Cozaar I can be walking to the store and the worst tickle comes out of nowhere.  Problem is it is working so well with my blood pressure, so what is one to do?

You should respect each other

and refrain from disputes; you should

not, like water and oil, repel each

other, but should, like milk and

water, mingle together.

The Buddha

Last night I went home after work,  lit a candle, and said a prayer that peace would prevail. With all the recent news from North Korea,  the world has become a more frightening place and one has to wonder what the future will bring.  If this standoff escalates, and I am afraid it will, I fear many innocents will be killed. Will there ever be an end to war? Will peace one day prevail.  I pray that it will. 

 Peace be around thee, wherever thou rov'st;
        May life be for thee one summer's day,
    And all that thou wishest and all that thou lov'st
        Come smiling around thy sunny way!
    If sorrow e'er this calm should break,
        May even thy tears pass off so lightly,
    Like spring-showers, they'll only make
        The smiles, that follow shine more brightly.

    May Time who sheds his blight o'er all
        And daily dooms some joy to death
    O'er thee let years so gently fall,
        They shall not crush one flower beneath.
    As half in shade and half in sun
        This world along its path advances.
    May that side the sun's upon
        Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

Thomas Moore

May there be no fighting, and no killing. Let there be peace for all..