Rain and Patriotism

It’s pouring rain today. *sigh* That means that water is probably dripping through the bedroom ceiling right now; we need to have a roofing company come out to see what the problem is. That’s one of the joys of owning a house, I suppose. :(

I haven’t been able to get Kipper out at all, and yesterday he was in a very naughty mood. We’re not supposed to turn out in either of the arenas, but it was dark so I turned him out in the outdoor one, and he decided to run by the fence we were standing by and lash out with a VERY vicious kick, which unfortunately broke a panel of the gate. Fucking hell. I couldn’t find anyone to tell last night, but I’m going to have to offer to pay for it.

Everyday Stranger had quite a nice piece on Moments of Patriotism:

“I am not what you would call wildly patriotic.

I am an American, I know I am an American, and I generally don’t feel the need to plaster my vehicle and my possessions with the American flag. I don’t speak loudly in public (unless I am boozing it up in a pub, then it’s all decibels all the time). I don’t fly the American flag here in Sweden (most houses have a flagpole, which they run the Swedish flag up on. We have a flagpole, which is flagless).

It is something that I simply know. A part of what makes me me. I am a woman, I am 29, and I know I am an American, so I don’t really feel the need to advertise it.”

I so related to this entry. I am an American too. I will still be an American after I get my British citizenship. I will never stop loving the country that made me, the country that my immigrant ancestors fought and bled and sacrificed for. I may feel horror over the present political regime, but I am in pretty good company there. There are two moments that made me feel very patriotic: one was the recent burning of US flags during Dubya’s visit to the UK. The other was on the first anniversary of 9/11, when everyone at the College gathered in the courtyard for silence and a moment of introspection. I was fighting back tears.

I do love America. I do, however, fear that it will never again be the country that I grew up in, and that tears at my heart.

3 thoughts on “Rain and Patriotism”

  1. wandringsoul

    If you notify someone of the gate, don’t start out with ‘I need to pay for something….’ – I know you!

  2. What, should I say “Your crappy goddamn gate could have hurt my horse’s hoof!” lol…

  3. wandringsoul

    Why not!!

    Just apologise for it, say he just kicked out at it…and wait to see what THEY say…that place is full of borken and dangerous fencing…

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