Living in This World

I Don’t Like Mondays

Here’s the Mixed Messages Score Card for my Monday:

Husband–far away, sweet to talk to on phone
Son 1–far away, too busy to talk on phone
Son 2–near at hand, helpful, funny
Daughter–not shot by gunman during school day

Because really, how can I think of anything else? I can take on the tasks of the day, and I did. I began the day with laundry, packed children off to school, strategized with the Domestic Goddess, chatted with the Dog Walker, met with my student, made sure the chair of our Church Fair had 40 pieces of letterhead, e-mailed the church newsletter, called RevFun to make plans for filling in for him this coming Sunday, helped the Clerk prepare a letter of transfer, discussed a difficult situation with our nursery school teachers, went to the Dentist to have my teeth cleaned, came home, petted the dogs, ate lunch–

but while I was eating lunch, I turned on CNN.

And there were the aerial shots of a group of people in Amish country, accompanied by the sound of talking heads trying to explain what is entirely inexplicable and unacceptable.

The front door opened and I jumped in my seat, jangled until I heard the familiar voice of RevFun, arriving for our meeting. Sam was shocked by the door noise and the voice that felt strange to him, and he ran to the door barking fiercely.

Life insisted on my attention. I settled Sam by calling the dogs to the kitchen for a cookie. They sat, and they went into a nice down, but as he slid his legs forward, Sam gave one more "OAF!!"

We cry out against the destruction in the world, but we are distracted by the needs around us or by our own desire to be comforted.

We met and planned, I took a call from my City Council rep, I met my student to take him on his first nursing home call, I came home to take The Princess to piano, I met with a Boy Scout planning an Eagle Scout project at the church, I walked the dogs with Snowman, I gave the dogs their dinner.

The news had returned to its earlier topic of fascination, the bad actions of a congressman and the potential impact on the fall elections.

I don’t like Mondays.

15 thoughts on “I Don’t Like Mondays”

  1. What a world this is…so much pain that we just have to go about the daily stuff and, on some level, be glad that it isn’t happening to us – as awful as that feels. I usually love Mondays, as they are my day off, but this one was not so great.

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  2. The news channel here keeps showing footage from helicopters. They keep showing amish folks and i am getting so angry. for pete’s sak, it’s not rocket science: photography is not allowed in this religion. Do we somehow thinke people don’t care about that when faced with a horrible, horrible tragedy?

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  3. Sometimes the Atlantic seems to filter things in a way that’s just not acceptable…I need to read and feel the pain and anger of my beloved friends who are fearful for their children and appalled at the way the world wounds and destroys.
    Thinking and praying here xxx

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  4. Sometimes the Atlantic seems to filter things in a way that’s just not acceptable…I need to read and feel the pain and anger of my beloved friends who are fearful for their children and appalled at the way the world wounds and destroys.
    Thinking and praying here xxx

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  5. I go through what to do with my class during such an encounter in my mind. I have to keep my room locked, which means carrying my key all the time, where is the safest place, how do I protect these amazingly precious children from bullets? Why are strange men invading schools and killing our children?

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  6. I have been away or so busy that I’ve missed everything: the Amish girls, the horny-on-the-internet congressman. You take a couple of days away from the TV and it feels like you’ve been in a cave.
    I’m glad our children were not gunshot victims Monday or anyday, but yikes — what is happening?

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  7. Yep. And the story is getting worse, if you can imagine. What he took in there with him. What he might have planned to do.
    I just want to go home and stay there. Would that be useful?
    Guess not.
    Lord, what would You have me do?

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  8. We who work in schools don’t know what to do, what to say, how to address it with our students. We want them to believe they are safe, we want to believe they are safe, and yet…

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