Last week I mentioned waiting for the birth of a great, great niece. She was already born. Now Norah Louise’s parents are dealing with her new life and being family as new normal.
Another change accents the reality and impacts of climate change. Wall Street Journal carried a story about cats, Chicago rats, a mild winter. The last allowed many more rat broods than usual to survive. Back yards became play lots and diners. Complaints soared. Residents began novel means to get rid of rats (No, not yet a Pied Piper). They introduced feral cats in temporary crates and fed the felines to establish place-attachment. They hope when cats are released they will become predator and rats, prey. One local, a dog person, said if this works he’ll become a cat person.
The other day I learned the cholera plaguing Haiti since the 2010 earthquake isn’t endemic to the island. For over 150 it simply didn’t exist. A beachhead was established because of non-Haitians. A persistent outrage began and is exacerbated by Matthew’s devastation. People have begun to say “Living in Haiti was hopeless. Now it’s hell on earth.”
I beg your prayers, support, quantum energies for a project I hope will find acceptance by magazine editors. I intend to have authored a feature article (early 2017) commemorating Haiti’s earthquake anniversary by telling an amazing story of the founding of and life at Santa Chiara Child Care Center in the slums of Port au Prince. I think an appropriate title could be this line from The Sound of Music: “How do you hold a Moonbeam in your hand?”