what's so funny 'bout peace love and understanding

hey, if you're gonna steal a song title, steal from the best? right...so here we are...september...squeezing the last days of summer and frowning at fading tan lines...and I am in moving hell...again...the last phase of our saga...from the rental on one side of the condo complex...to our new apartment on the other...sounds easy, right?...i keep muttering to myself...where did all this shit come from???...after all the donations, tossing, selling and packing in april...i thought i was ahead of the game...my daily list of appointments and calls makes me nauseous...the fact that i am not writing has me concerned...but there is a bright spot...i am too busy or exhausted to really see all the news...which is a very good thing...because the news leaves an empty spot somewhere inside...and i imagine it is the same for anyone reading this...it angers and saddens me that hatred hides behind claims of piety...the world is burning on the heels of the anniversary of 9/11...in advance of the holiest of days for jews around the globe...and i suspect far from coincidental...sometimes i feel 9/11 and the aftermath left me numb and unable to really feel fear...every bombing, assassination, heinous act...leaves a feeling of hollow resignation...i am the hostage...my mouth taped so i cannot scream...limbs tied so i cannot run...and so i turn the tv off...head to another box...and dive...way back to the past...wishing all who celebrate a very peaceful rosh hashanah...and even those who don't...may you and yours be wrapped in peace and love...