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.