I awoke this morning and logged in as normal to view all my wonderful blogs that I follow and blog about whatever my mind could find. Then suddenly as I stare at my dashboard it states..." You are not following any blogs at this time; to learn more click here? " It created a moment of panic, seriously what would my morning look like with out my blogs? I was surprised at how lost and unconnected to my "friends" I felt. I have a run of friends that I speak with everyday or see but, my "friends" here online are just as much friends as my blog friends. Maybe even more than because it is always a truth. This is where we go to speak the truth. To be able to say anything and not be judged. To speak your mind, work out your problems through writing them down, releasing anger, fear, depression on to our own "pages". So to say the least I felt like my day may have started off wrong.
It is crazy windy here today; looks wonderful outside until you glance at the trees swaying in the breeze. I am really happy that it is almost spring however, I am just ready for 75 all the time. I am ready to mow the lawn with a t-shirt not my jacket with a hood. I look so silly out there with my coat, hood, and corona light. WOW.. silly.
Mother's day weekend was silent around our house. Eli went to his mothers and the girls got to see their Oma and Opa from back east. I missed the girls and felt a little empty with out all the kids. We watched a awful movie, played pool, went to sushi, and then played cards until bed time. It was nice, yet a little off.
I have been thinking a lot about the death of Bin Laden. I am sad that we have made his death a celebration. I know he killed so many people yes, and it was awful yes but, when did we start celebrating death? I am sad that our world has come to celebrations of death. He was a horrible man I know but, wow I have no desire to have a bbq to clink glasses over the death of someone. I know others will disagree greatly but, it is a death. I morn for the people that died at his hands, I believe he should have paid for those deaths but, I will not celebrate a death. Just as I do not support a rape for a rape, a death for a death is not a act that will become a act that I am proud of. Maybe this feels un-American but, I am silenced by my wishes for a different way than war.