The Way It Was Explained To Me

I was planning to write something lighthearted this morning, but then I saw in the news about someone accidently shooting their roommate because he pointed a gun he was “sure” was unloaded at him and pulled the trigger.

Yeah . . .

Look, here’s a little public service announcement:

Never, and I mean never, point a firearm at anything you want to keep! I don’t care if the safety is on. I don’t care if your finger is nowhere near the trigger. I don’t care if it’s unloaded. Do NOT point a weapon anywhere unless you are one hundred percent prepared for it to fire in that direction!

And Despite My Temptation, I’m Not Going To Turn THIS Entry Into A Joke

I just want to say that yesterday I went for the obvious joke because I knew it would be a crowd pleaser (and it was), and not because it was true.

I Don’t Even Know What To Call This (But Yeah, We’re Fine, Thanks)

Remember how last week I said it wasn’t a “good” hurricane season until I got the panicked after the fact text/e-mail?

Well today for the first time ever I got the panicked follow-up text/e-mail apologizing for them being too sick to even think about their first text/e-mail (which I answered last week) until today and were we still okay?

See You Then

My thoughts and mood are currently fluctuating wildly (a common response to stress or grief with me), and I question my ability to make the distinction between funny or just mean today, so I’m going to wish everyone well and talk to you next week.

This Is NOT A Situation Where It’s Good For Another One To Be Along Any Minute

If you’ve ever heard people talking about “space garbage,” and didn’t really see what the big deal is because it’s, well . . . in space, let me give you some perspective:

Recently a chunk of space garbage about the size and weight of a bus hit the far side of the moon, and there’s some dispute over which chunk of garbage it was.

Think about that.

They’re not sure which bus-sized chunk of man-made garbage just made a 20 meter (65 foot) diameter crater on the surface of the moon.

Unfortunately, I’m Playing Against Type

In life we play many roles.

Today the role I’m playing is “person trying to rest so they can heal.”

Oh, And Merry Christmas

Congratulations to all those involved in the successful launch of the James Webb Space Telescope.

I’ll Talk To You Tomorrow

You know . . . for someone who named this thing “Candles & Curses,” I’m surprisingly reluctant to make negative entries.

And A Statute To The Contrary Doesn’t Really Change That

I regret to inform my local government that the words “recycling” and “incineration” aren’t actually synonyms.

So DEFINITELY Business As Usual Then

So Fred essentially bypassed us, Grace is in the process of completely bypassing us, while Henri dances off-shore with no real chance of coming anywhere near us, so I’m hopeful we’ll have a couple of weeks peace before the next storm I’ll need to keep an eye on. In other words, pretty much business as usual around here for this time of year.

And despite all that, I’m still have difficulty explaining to some people that not only is this normal, it’s normal for me to accept this as normal.