Even When Life Is Pretty Damn Good
Even when life is pretty damn good there are bound to be those days when you find out that the Royal family is not the only one capable of producing hemophiliacs and the events that bring about this new knowledge are precipitated by your dog trying to kill a six year old boy who comes flying through the yard like a warm rocket. This could happen to anyone.
Right?
It occurs to me that little boys with hemophilia should not enter into strangers' yards that may or may not contain a large black salivating guard dog. While I have no fear of Chick biting anyone we introduce her to, I can't say the same of people randomly racing through the yard unexpectedly. To say I was scared is to put a pretty casual veneer on the whole event. I made apologies to the mom who lives in (or was visiting?) one of the assisted living houses next door. This is when her father disclosed the hemophilia and his own dog* biting saga which led him to court and left him asking lots of questions which he freely shared with me.
Yesterday was just one of those days that starts off feeling pretty good. Pretty hopeful. But then the hours slowly fall away to reveal one unpleasant situation after another. A little reality sandwich is sometimes a little too much. I was feeling the panic out there in the world, the rising food prices, campaign madness, crashing economy, housing crisis', lost jobs, world darkness...all the good apocalyptic stuff I was brought up on. It's always nice to see that everyone still believes the end is nigh.
Christians have been talking about the Apocalypse for two thousand years. What I would really like to know is if the earth's deer think about the end of the world. Do they worry about it? Or is their Apocalypse every day the hunters crawl through the woods with guns?
There are so many phone calls to be made, little pesky chores to be accomplished, and steps to take to be ready for my trip. The worst realization is that it is just about May and I leave in ten days. When will I find time to sew? I really want to make some things. It isn't that I feel I have to (though the fact that I desperately need a few new items of clothing is a true fact) but I have been really looking forward to doing it. It's been a long time since I had the genuine urge to make some things for myself. I would like a chance to dig into my fabric piles.
Although yesterday was filled with stressful events and realizations, there was good in it too.
I got a lot of boxes unpacked. My bedroom is nearly all unpacked which is a relief. I was realizing that maybe it's more important to finish getting moved in than to make clothes. The ghetto look is slowly disappearing from my porch and I was actually doing and folding laundry yesterday. I vacuumed too, all of which helped to give me that same feeling I used to get when I cleaned my house: as though I was simultaneously cleaning my aura as well. I slept well because of it.
In spite of the fact that I had to fight a large husband, a 58 pound dog, and two kittens for space and covers. By six am the melange included a seven year old sleepy boy.
*His dog bit a kid.
Right?
It occurs to me that little boys with hemophilia should not enter into strangers' yards that may or may not contain a large black salivating guard dog. While I have no fear of Chick biting anyone we introduce her to, I can't say the same of people randomly racing through the yard unexpectedly. To say I was scared is to put a pretty casual veneer on the whole event. I made apologies to the mom who lives in (or was visiting?) one of the assisted living houses next door. This is when her father disclosed the hemophilia and his own dog* biting saga which led him to court and left him asking lots of questions which he freely shared with me.
Yesterday was just one of those days that starts off feeling pretty good. Pretty hopeful. But then the hours slowly fall away to reveal one unpleasant situation after another. A little reality sandwich is sometimes a little too much. I was feeling the panic out there in the world, the rising food prices, campaign madness, crashing economy, housing crisis', lost jobs, world darkness...all the good apocalyptic stuff I was brought up on. It's always nice to see that everyone still believes the end is nigh.
Christians have been talking about the Apocalypse for two thousand years. What I would really like to know is if the earth's deer think about the end of the world. Do they worry about it? Or is their Apocalypse every day the hunters crawl through the woods with guns?
There are so many phone calls to be made, little pesky chores to be accomplished, and steps to take to be ready for my trip. The worst realization is that it is just about May and I leave in ten days. When will I find time to sew? I really want to make some things. It isn't that I feel I have to (though the fact that I desperately need a few new items of clothing is a true fact) but I have been really looking forward to doing it. It's been a long time since I had the genuine urge to make some things for myself. I would like a chance to dig into my fabric piles.
Although yesterday was filled with stressful events and realizations, there was good in it too.
I got a lot of boxes unpacked. My bedroom is nearly all unpacked which is a relief. I was realizing that maybe it's more important to finish getting moved in than to make clothes. The ghetto look is slowly disappearing from my porch and I was actually doing and folding laundry yesterday. I vacuumed too, all of which helped to give me that same feeling I used to get when I cleaned my house: as though I was simultaneously cleaning my aura as well. I slept well because of it.
In spite of the fact that I had to fight a large husband, a 58 pound dog, and two kittens for space and covers. By six am the melange included a seven year old sleepy boy.
*His dog bit a kid.
Labels: Apocaliptic, change, chaotic life, family