There's been a spate of tragic events. All involving sons. Young men with a bright future. My heart breaks for the young man (whose parents I've known from church and mutual friends) who had a terrible accident while swimming in the ocean. I've received frequent email updates, and the last one was from his mom, who said he was going to be an organ donor. This woman is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. She's a nurse at St. Jude, and she frequently requested prayer for specific children and their families. Her compassion was clear each time she quietly shared some tender bit of empathy.
I've been so sad about the Trayvon Martin case. I hate that it's so polarizing, and I haven't wanted to learn all the details, but from the few headlines I've seen, there's something awry with our legal system. But either way, it's bigger than that. I remember the riots in L.A. Rodney King. I have never in my life, heard such profundity, put so concisely. "Can't we all just get along?"
So, I can either 1) slit my wrists, 2) work on tax returns, 3) do WWF (I have about 20 opponents waiting for me to take my turn), 4) figure out something to eat - I skipped supper, 5) Pack up FF's belated b-day gifts, 6) do my last set of sit-ups, 7) draw and paint a little, or, hmmm, go to sleep?
I think I'll take a bath (I did major yard-work at my newly rented house), and head to bed. I'll be decadent and leave the windows open and turn the thermostat down to 55.
Tomorrow's a big day. Big hurdle to face, but I have a feeling I'll be just fine.
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