By Rhonda Hansome
I wake up to
flames. It’s almost 5:30, let’s
see the news this morning. Flames,
what’s that on fire? At least I
recharged batteries in my camera and flipcam yesterday so they’ll work, IF I
remember to pack them. The US ambassador
to Libya and others killed after the Benghazi consulate is set fire by
protestors? Yikes, thank goddess
I’m not going to Libya!
For the past
two weeks, in my increasingly rare moments of quiet, I’ve attended to virtual
packing. Just yesterday I
visualized my suitcase and carryon bag chockfull and set by the door. In reality tomorrow begins eleven days
away from home and I haven’t packed a real thing yet.
What’s the
second lead news story? Don’t tell
me more flames? Well at least I’ve
found my suitcase & opened it.
In Cairo protestors spray painted the 12 foot wall surrounding the US
embassy, scaled the wall, pulled down the American flag and burned it! Yikes, thank goddess I’m not going to
Egypt!
What the
hell’s going on? Oh, Florida’s
Pastor Terry Jones is up to his old hijinks: inciting the world’s Muslims into
anti – American riots via an internet trailer depicting the Prophet Muhammad
having sex and exhorting massacres.
Way to go pastor! The world
- wide media coverage two years ago of Burn Your Koran Day, sparking
international outrage, an attack on the United Nations Assistance mission in
Afghanistan and the death of 40, did not quite fill your 15 minute quota of
fame and flames.
Damn, I just
found a TSA notice in this suitcase.
Seems the last time I traveled to LA the Transportation Security
Administration, to protect me and my fellow passengers, selected my bunji cord
secured, LOCKED suitcase to OPEN and physically inspect. The thought of TSA inspector # so-in-so
fingering my thong or testing my Candied Ginger Body Butter for explosive
properties…Ewww I feel so violated in retrospect! I put a lock on my suitcase to keep pilfering airport
personnel out! What good is that
lock? In the words of my sainted
mother, who’d make an exasperated sign of the cross and sigh, “Jesus, Mary and
Joseph.”
I leave my country
tomorrow and my empty portmanteau mocks me. Do I pack coordinating outfits for every possible activity
from frolicking in the surf, to meeting state dignitaries? Or do I embark on a
14 hour journey across the globe and spend more than a week abroad with only my
toothbrush, passport and the clothes on my back? Which just happen to be too loose jeans and a tee shirt sporting
aged tomato sauce. I hate leaving
packing to the last minute.
What’s the morning’s
third lead news story? Something
about a phone call. How many pairs
of shoes can I wear in 11 days? 20!
Seems Obama and Netanyahu had an hour long phone call. “The call
followed a declaration from Netanyahu that the US has no ‘moral right’ to
restrain Israel from attacking Iran’s suspected weapons program as long as it
doesn’t set any ‘red lines’ for Iran.” * That quote
sounds suspiciously like preparation to denying a state of war, which is
usually the lead to revealing that a state of war has been in process! Wait a minute – That call is about
Israel attacking Iran???? Tomorrow
I leave for Tel Aviv!!!!
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