Emotional Day
This morning I sent Kate off to Canada, brave little nurse with our frail Digger and his assortment of antibiotics, baby food, and syringes in tow. Goodness knows how they will do. Mark was not thrilled to have the hamster, but my position was that if Kate wanted to try to nurse her pet back to health I was not going to stop her. I find myself worrying more about my girl right now than I have in quite a while. I'm going to miss her terribly the next few weeks.
Shortly before getting into the car to drive to our designated drop off location, I saw the news about the London bombings (far too close to my dear friends in London for my comfort) and the news about Scott's Haring's car accident tragedy. My heart breaks at the thought of losing my child; I can't fathom what Scott and Sallye are going through.
In the last few weeks two of my closest friends in Seattle have lost their jobs, one getting the double-whammy of job loss and the loss of her ailing 15-year-old cat companion in one week. Upheaval just seems to be all around.
I find myself wanting to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head, but I have too much to do, too much to clean up, smooth over, and sort out in the precious few days I have left before my next big convention-related trip. It's times like this that I must fight the urge to give the world the finger and run off to the barren wilderness somewhere.
Shortly before getting into the car to drive to our designated drop off location, I saw the news about the London bombings (far too close to my dear friends in London for my comfort) and the news about Scott's Haring's car accident tragedy. My heart breaks at the thought of losing my child; I can't fathom what Scott and Sallye are going through.
In the last few weeks two of my closest friends in Seattle have lost their jobs, one getting the double-whammy of job loss and the loss of her ailing 15-year-old cat companion in one week. Upheaval just seems to be all around.
I find myself wanting to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head, but I have too much to do, too much to clean up, smooth over, and sort out in the precious few days I have left before my next big convention-related trip. It's times like this that I must fight the urge to give the world the finger and run off to the barren wilderness somewhere.
Oh gawds... I hadn't heard about Scott Haring and his family, but as soon as I saw your blog, I jumped over to the SJG site ...
I don't know Scott personally, but as a gamer of a few decades, I know of him well enough. My heart goes out to him and his family. That's a pain no one should have to go through.