It's 6 below outside. I have this little song playing in the back of my head its one and only lines goes "I hate winter" over and over again and this kind of cruel shenanigans is just the sort of the thing I am talking about! How is a girl supposed to walk her dog on a day like this? That's just insane! I've happened upon this existence where walking the dog is the one and only thing I can count on to get myself out of the house. I really need to walk the dog.
Speaking of the dog, sweet pea, the pee-er of red blood cells is on day three of antibiotics. Let's hope this approach works indicating that a UTI was the culprit behind everything and not something more serious. I don't think she was feeling herself yesterday, so now it's time to see what today brings.
Poor Evan, I was hoping he would just cocoon himself up in the house for a long long time but he doesn't want to and I am so worried about him. I do feel like young men are targeted by police, so I am afraid to let him drive long distances. Also, he wants to visit his friends in college, but I am so scared about that situation too. I just feel like he has a big flashing light over his head and should be in places where I can protect him, like my own comfy family room, vegetating on the couch next to his father. It's only for a little while! Well, a little while can be anything when you are my age a short while is an eternity when you are his age. I get that. I remember being young. Still doesn't change my motherly desire to protect.
Here comes the sun. Do your job sun! Send warmth!!
Yesterday we were talking about jury duty, because I told some dog friends I had gotten a note from the mailman that I had a certified letter at the post office. I wasn't enthusiastic to pick it up fearing it was some bad news, like more jury duty, until I realized the zip code on the letter was my old grad school and that it was likely my diploma in the mail! Then I ran to the post office and got my hard earned diploma. But, on the topic of jury duty, I want to share with you , dear reader, how when I was young and foolish I did jury duty and when we got into the jury room I was the one who quickly convinced the other jurors that the man on trial was guilty without being considerate enough and we sent him off to jail. I feel guilty about it all these years later, not because I sent him to jail, because he totally seemed to be 100% he was guilty, but because I did not really do my job as a juror and carefully consider every detail with that group of other "peers." (We were all long from his peers as he was a middle aged black homeless man who was obviously mentally ill) I foolishly though that this man would get to prison and have a better living situation than he would have had on the streets. I also thought that in prison his mental health would be addressed and he might get some medication or something. I was some kind of special idiot back then and I wish to apologize to the man I sent to prison, though I doubt he is still alive. If I got jury duty today I would be the most conscientious juror ever. Other jurors might hate me. I would not take sending someone to jail as lightly as I took it 25 years ago.
Back to the diploma. I wish diplomas came with stars, like Michelin ratings, and the harder you worked the more stars you got on your diploma. It kind of kills me that I got the same diploma as some of the people who rarely worked in my program. I wish I could say that I had a three star diploma to their half star diplomas. It would make it all so much more fair. I guess I am thinking about fairness a lot today. Well, that's not going to get me anywhere so I think I'll just go make myself some breakfast to eat while I stare at the outside temperature and will it to rise faster.
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