Thursday, October 20, 2011


Cue the violins now.  If you don't want to read my mental meanderings, check out some earlier blogposts.  You have been warned.

This has been kind of an odd couple of weeks.  I talked to a friend's husband while waiting for her to come home and he'd just lost a friend to a heart attack and it had hit him hard.  He started talking about priorities and an ATV going to rust in the shed because he doesn't have time to enjoy it.  He talked for quite a while about feelings and such that were pretty personal and really we barely know each other so he must have been really hurting and confused.  We're of an age and something he said kind of stuck with me "We're now at the age where people are dying of natural causes instead of accidents." 

But then a friend of a friend, who was in his mid-sixties, just went murder/suicide on his wife and himself.  The second part might have been avoided, but the US Marshal decided to take over and it turned into a two-county clusterfuck.  My friend, who had just seen his friend a few days before, is in somewhat of a haze--he didn't see it coming, there was absolutely no inkling, no clue, nothing he can look back on and get two plus two to add into anything like what happened.

Then there's a bunch of cops over their heads in Ohio shooting animals sitting next to their cages.  Granted, dangerous animals, but really, why the wholesale slaughter of creatures who did nothing and were waiting to be fed?  It makes me want to cry the way that none of the other news about man's inhumanity to man does.

Another friend has had his wife in and out of the hospital for the last few weeks searching for an elusive bleeding SOMETHING, which they finally found and fixed yesterday.  Hopefully that will end the issue, but it took quite a bit of time to identify the problem and correct it.

Combine the above with shorter days, rain, and clouds, and it's awfully hard to muster anything like optimism, and I'm usually a glass-half-full kind of gal.  I just want to be home on the sofa with Himself, the critters, a mug of hot chocolate, and The Cannonball Run playing on video and forget the rest of this for a while.

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