They've lifted the curfew during the day and we're back at school. It's been very nice for everyone to have something to do. I think even the kids have been relieved. But we can still hear the choppers circling overhead...
It's all very surreal (that word is so overused) but human beings are very resilient and insist upon living life whenever and however they can.
The standoff continues at the Embassy. Zelaya's crazy talk grows even wackier as the days wear on. Yesterday he was insisting that the govt was pointing a radiation device at him (to be fair, there was a device...a noise machine). But my favorite one was there was a 'commando squad of Israeli mercenaries' preparing to storm the embassy and assassinate him. That, alas, had no truth to it. But at least we can dream (I shouldn't say that. Mel is one of God's precious creatures too).
Unfortunately, it doesn't look hopeful that this is winding down. Zelaya is calling for the 'resistance' to amp up its assault and Michelletti sounds like he's refusing to admit an OAS delegation. The stalemate continues. (We have learned that in Latin America, it is culturally very important to always 'save face' in any situation. Even when you come out on the losing side of things, you must save face and preserve your honor. Read between the lines.)
In spite of it all, tomorrow I'm going to watch football and go to a church picnic.
To quote the great Paul McCartney: 'O-bla-di, o-bla-da'...
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