I woke up this morning (with three little birds?)
and smiled with the rising sun. I did a garden walk and checked on our mango tree the first flowers
of which had been mostly destroyed by nesting green caterpillars.
Not this one:
But this one:
Those three little birds had not been doing their job.
Back at my desk I read that not the 28 members of NATO, not the 15-member U.N. Security Council, not the 22 nations of the Arab League would save Libya’s rebels
from being obliterated by the mad and murderous Moammar Gadhafi, that which meant, according to Daniel Henninger in the Wall Street Journal, that our world was watching the collapse of internationalism.
Turning from the opinion pages of the Wall Street to the NY Times I went on to read that the cooling pool at reactor No. 4 at Fukushima was especially worrying because the rods immersed in that pool had been removed from the reactor core in December 2010, and were therefore generating more heat than the used fuel rods stored elsewhere at the site.
Also, according to the report in the Times, the Japanese authorities were reaching for ever more desperate and unconventional methods to cool damaged reactors, deploying helicopters and water cannons in a race to prevent perilous overheating in the spent rods of the No. 3 reactor. According to a spokesperson, “the spent fuel pool at that unit had lost all or most of its water and radiation levels “were extremely high.”
And finally was it true, I wondered, as the Japanese television drama, called “Shikaotoko Aoniyoshi,” or “The Fantastic Deer-Man,” would have it, that in a country, plagued by worsening and worsening earthquakes, that unless the giant catfish
that lives beneath Japan were finally subdued the country above, in this case, Japan, would be destroyed?
Well I thought, wouldn’t it be best to sing, to shout rather, right along with Bob Marley, that we needn’t worry “bout a thing,” because “every little thing was gonna be all right.”