Why is the path unclear,
When we know home is near.
Understand we'll go hand in hand,
But we'll walk alone in fear. (Tell me)
Tell me where do we go from here.
So. It has been a while for me to post about daily life, because trying to focus on my life is a good thing, believe me, I have plenty to focus on...but, when the every day becomes this bombardment of fear and dread...one cannot deny or hide from the threats to our every day. We have Marched, and we will March again. We have called and faxed and sent postcards and lit up Facebook...and we will continue this, continue to be heard, continue to do what we can.
But. I fear that we (as a Nation) and we (as a family) will suffer exhaustion from this and an apathy will set in. We will have to remain vigilant and strong together...it is going to a long, drawn out fight...I hope we are all up for it.
And to be up for a long fight--we need to sometimes pause. And remember to indeed focus on your own life and family.
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Willow and I are bonding over a television show. It is pretty interesting because it is a revived Norman Lear show, on Netflix...Chewy is not as impressed with the show, but I purposely showed him a clip where they were talking about Buffy...and now he is grudgingly on board...
Willow loves the show and it occurs to me that part of the reason is, of course, hanging out with me to do. But another reason is that she has not grown up with sitcoms like this. It has a laugh track and it is a pretty predictable formula, very Norman Lear...and she is seeing it for the first time.
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Michael is going to be 18 in 20 days. I am not sure how I sit with that. I am astounded and overwhelmed by this. I am worried and frustrated and elated and happy. I have no idea where we go from here. Driving and Graduation, College course already under his belt...he still is precariously on the edge of adulthood and we are all unsure how he will fit in this world and how the world will treat him. (I am actually going to an all day conference regarding this.)
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Phoebe the hamster died. She was buried. Her cage is clean and ready for another hamster...but I have not gotten one yet. Partially because of lack of time to do so. Partially because of timing...we have Michael's birthday, we have our anniversary of dating, we have Total Confusion (at a new hotel this year--YA!)...so, a new pet might be a good thing in the Spring...
2 comments:
When does the end appear.
(Bugger This!)
Good song. Good thought.
You're right a marathon, not a sprint.
I'm so sorry about Phoebe the hamster.
I think those breaks are necessary to save us from the exhaustion. There used to be an issue or two on the table; a focus. Now it feels like three or four new issues pop up daily. Where do you even begin with something like that?
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