September 13, 2006
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The Daily News
1 In all the hustle and bustle of getting through life, things happen, things we just don't want to have happen, things we just don't want to read about, but they happen nevertheless. And I write about them, and we all read about them. It's the way of the world.2 I recently received an e-mail from our own Luis "Shunshine" Ruiz, who has been spending his days and nights on a mission inside the heart of Iraq.
3 His e-mail told me in a very matter-of-fact style that on September 4, he was caught in a bombing raid, and that debris and shrapnel shattered his foot, and that he sustained injuries to his arm as well as to his side. He's okay, at least that's what he told me, and he was moved back to Germany, where he is safe, and will be home shortly. They want him to get better, but they also want hm to go back to Iraq.
4 This DN was to have a picture of a heart in the sands of Carmel, where CB and I wrote "We love you Sunshine!" so that it would appear at the top of this page today, but my computer kept freezing on me last night. A heart in the sand would have been meaningful to Sunshine, because this one stayed intact, for the most part. Our prayers and thoughts remain with Sunshine, his family, and his loved ones in the coming days.
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Moving on: So my beautiful sister Linda read my diatribe about ants yesterday. She informed me of a friend who insists that chalk is the only true ants-er.6 Sorry.
7 She has this friend who chalked her classroom the same way the turf guys chalk a football field before a big game. Her friend came in and ran chalk along the floor, up windows, and along sidelines. Her description of what happened next was supposed to be printed in this DN, but the freeze factor keeps that one from happening. She did say that the ants began jumping, dancing, and pounding their chests, but that they eventually couldn't cross those lines.
8 Some English major is going to think I was going deep there, but you guys need to back WAY off all that analysis. The ants literally couldn't cross the chalk line because they would turn dry and old, and in need of a cold Guinness.
9 Anyway, thanks Linda, for sending me all that. I loved the imagery.10 So there you go. Now what about my daughter's cure for ant invasion? Well, I put three of those little plastic jobs with the goo right at the bottom of a trail yesterday, and the traffic quadrupled. By 3 o'clock there was no room at the inn. Each little trap had ants hanging our the doors and windows like students at a huge dorm party. Most of them were passed out, but a few were still pounding their chests and dancing around like madmen.
11 The wall still had trails going up and down like traffic in the night. So time, they say, will tell. Meanwhile, I'm going to go back to wondering about important things in life, like what to watch on Tuesday nights, Veronica Mars, or House.
12 But that's reserved for another time. Tough call though.
13 Meanwhile, if my computer decides to freeze, I'm on early release, in some strange way.
14 Take some time for yourself today.
15 Peace.
~H~
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