This has been a horrible month so far. I want to skip to the end of all this heartache.
Magic died. I had the flu. Our floor in the living room and utility room is wavy like the ocean, probably because of a water leak.
Our Nephew broke his back racing his motorcycle. Luckily he will be okay, but it was very scary.
Upheaval and tension at work, with people quitting like rats jumping off a ship. Okay, most of them are because of other things, but it doesn't seem that way.
The shootings at Virginia Tech by a mentally disturbed guy. 33 people dead, because nobody was able to help that kid with whatever was wrong with him.
I am not one of those people who think guns should be completely banned. I grew up with a dad who hunted, who had a veritable arsenal, and who kept a loaded pistol in the bottom drawer of his dresser. Yes, we knew about it. We also knew if we touched it without meaning it, we would wish we were dead. If the house was being broken into, we were instructed to shoot to kill. (Yeah, RIGHT!)
It is unlikely that I will ever have a weapon in my house. I don't hunt, and it is highly improbable, barring total apocalypse, that I ever will. TS does not hunt.
OOps, almost got on the soap box, climbing down now.
A terrible week. A not-so fabulous month.
Let's just skip the rest of April, and go directly to May. The end of May. Maybe June.
Hopefully by then the floor will be fixed. Our nephew will be fixed. The worst of the horror at the VT massacre will be over. Maybe they will be able to help the next potential killer, if they can figure out why that guy snapped.
The weather will be good (we hope) and who knows, maybe by then, all things going well, we will be preparing for the arrival of a new puppy, that will help fill the empty spot where Magic was. Never replace - but will be loved for its own self.
I can hope, can't I?
We need some good news. So, on to June, Okay?
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