I admit that yesterday I wasn’t entirely sure what kind of post I was going to write today given my somewhat . . . adversarial relationship with Valentine’s Day.
Then I found out about the MSU shooting.
Then I pieced together that I have family who has family at MSU.
Before my rage-safeties fully engage I can report that none of said family are numbered among the victims, but saying that has expended the limits of my capacity for rational discourse at this time.
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!
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.
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?
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.
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:
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.
In life we play many roles.
Today the role I’m playing is “person trying to rest so they can heal.”
Congratulations to all those involved in the successful launch of the James Webb Space Telescope.
You know . . . for someone who named this thing “Candles & Curses,” I’m surprisingly reluctant to make negative entries.
I regret to inform my local government that the words “recycling” and “incineration” aren’t actually synonyms.
Candles & Curses 