This past week has been like a month. I don’t know where to begin. Time is short, I shall try to be succinct.
Grateful for my family to have been capable to get through it. Living by my late Mother’s philosophy, “Pick your battles Kid,” and my dad’s frequent comment, “Handle it, Handle it.” I must persevere. I am not alone.
Tonight shall be a testament to what Kinder Morgan, parent company of Tennessee Gas Pipeline, plans for the Town of Montague. Unfortunately, I am unable to find the attachment for the meeting’s agenda. I shall need to be early for a seat.
I dread that our lame duck governor will accept KM’s funding for the Commonwealth and by-pass its great citizens’ wishes. My emails to senators have not be returned.
My husband and I saw the Mass. Wildlife land bulldozed last week. The atrocity of a mammoth machine that ate up the trees and ground up the earth hurt our hearts.
The waters need to be protected. Our children need not have a war over water as we have endured for decades killings over oil. If we don’t watch over the fresh waters, the oceans, the ponds; what will we drink?
It is bad enough fishermen has lost their livelihood in the Gulf Stream of Mexico due to the BP Oil spill. It is bad enough foods are genetically modified by Montasato since the Creator’s natural pollinators are dying off by the 1000s.
I did get to see in our travels eight wind turbines! They were quite beautiful in an odd way. I recall how my aunt of Vt. shared that wind turbines can soon become like telephone poles. They’re there and you just look past them as an accepted part of the landscape.
Hopefully, my daughter’s ultimate frisbee team will win today and the sun will shine and my future house will be all that I have dreamed about. Be well.