Monday, December 17, 2012

Another Day

I have a bit of a sore throat and I'm not feeling that well and it's gray again and Christmas is a week from tomorrow.
I'm supposed to go shopping with Lily and Gibson today and Hank just called and could I please bring him some Mucinex DM if I'm coming to town? and I just re-watched Obama's speech from last night and I feel sort of paralyzed which is how I've felt mostly since the reports started coming in about the tragedy in Newtown and I think we probably all feel this way. Still so stunned and saddened and sickened, too.

Well. What do you do?

You take care of your babies as best you can. You love each other.

You support the politicians who are going to try, despite the complexity of the situation, to do something to prevent more of these slaughters.

You try to ignore the ignorant assholes who claim that the answer is (a) More guns, and (b) More god.
Because if you don't you might start screaming and never stop.

You take back the library books and you bake Christmas cookies and you hold your babies so tightly and you tell the people you love how much you love them and you wash the dishes and you do the laundry and you realize that this moment is all we have.

Or something like that.

I love you.



  1. yeah, don't know what to do, feeling a bit paralyzed by it. go to work, hug BabyGirl, dig a tunnel to utopia, you know-the usual.

  2. I hope you have a good day, and are able to stay in your moments. :-)

    Still struggling here. With all of it.

  3. Stunned, sad and sick indeed. And so fucking angry. My babies could so easily have been the ones killed. How did we as a society get to a place where even someone who is desperately mentally ill thinks this is the right thing to do???

  4. The ignorant assholes have quieted down a bit. Maybe they are gathering ammunition but maybe they are slinking too.

  5. I'm proud of Barack. But gun control in our US of A, not bloody likely.

    And I grew up in a gun totin' family. For hunting, no assault weapons, I mean, fercrissakes.

    I do despair, I do.

    XX Beth

  6. I'm trying not to think about any of it. Maybe that's not the most mature approach, but it works for me.

  7. Jo- Love you too.

    Magnum- It does get dreary, doesn't it? Wearing the same old funky dress?

    Ms. Fleur- I'm so sorry. Just keep breathing.

    Mama D- I have no idea whatsoever. Strange, hard times.

    Elizabeth- Yep to you too.

    Syd- They need to slink.

    Beth- I know.

    Steve- I use that coping mechanism too.


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