But today I will refrain. I had a paragraph all written — and I’m a decent turn of phrase when I want to be — but, despite last night being a dark night of the soul wherein my life and choices were found wanting (still smarting today), Pops and I had a long talk about forgiveness yesterday that seemed to make rational sense from the perspective of never finding sanity amongst those who hold constantly opposing opinions from one day to the next (“Even in the same conversation,” said Pops) because, honestly, that’s madness; and if you cannot distance yourself completely from the current set of negative circumstances — a situation allowed only through forgiveness — you retain vestiges of a connection to those circumstances and, therefore, the madness those circumstances inflict. The struggle is this: while I can bear a lot of things thrown directly at me, if you reach out and cause a MOMENT’S WORRY to ones I love, you have harmed them in my estimation, you have crossed a serious line of war (see what Game of Thrones does to me?) and that is something I will not have. Sounds bold, right? Almost like a bluff? I mean every word of it.
So, I’m trying not to feel like I’m out of time today and I’m trying to remember that people sometimes do wake up, but of their own accord only. And I’m determined to find the joy.
I’ve torqued myself into a painful situation friends. A combination of heavy focus on the obliques in dance class (no complaints. I, like many women, suffer from muffintopsitis and so Maurice works on that with/for us), combined with the constant twist of the torso that occurs in softball/baseball from batting, throwing, running the bases, what have you, led to a pull on the left side of my body that hurt like a biscuit 2 weeks ago at our tournament when it happened, and very nearly floored me Saturday when I re-aggravated it. I called Pops, because he knows about such things, and he told me it sounded like an oblique strain and I should ice first, then heat. Also, rest and stretch. I did a cursory Google search and apparently it’s pretty common for MLB players and puts them on the DL for at least a few weeks (because it does effing hurt, son. Coughing, sneezing, laughing [damn you Corey], even clearing my throat, produces a twingy, lower side-back thing that’s a constant reminder I’m operating below par). Fortunately, we have a week off for softball and I’ll skip Monday dance and go Thursday and Saturday, and just go easy on it (I can’t miss dance class. It’s too much like missing church for me.) until it fully heals. I don’t hate getting older, but sometimes it pisses me off.
Anyway, moving on from that, Pops and I had an interesting conversation about the Boston bombers. He believes that the Tsarnaev brothers were intended to be suicide bombers but they screwed up because they wanted to live. Rather than just stand in the crowd with bombs on their backs, they dropped those bags at the feet of the likes of Jeff Bauman (big mistake wannabe terrorist. He beat you. Welcome to America.) In fact, they did everything they could to live, at least the younger did. And he almost did get away, didn’t he? If we want to examine the question of how those fortunate enough to escape a terrible situation in Chechnya could be radicalized here, in this country, perhaps we should include a discussion of the fact that the radicalization, if Pops is correct, didn’t take exactly. Living in a culture that promotes life over death for 10 years seemed to have some effect. Is this a good thing? It seems like it should be. I say we do everything to make sure that it is.
Pops is less optimistic than I. He’s a fatalist. I’m more optimistic because of things like this:
Okay, leaving all that negative stuff because most of this was written last night and I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO…But I also get to make some homemade croutons tonight from some crusty country white bread I got at the farmer’s market Saturday, so it all balances out…
My buddy Dan on how libertarians view terrorism.
So this looks pretty delicious.
I might want to see this.
Good piece, makes me miss reporting.
Listening to the Canadians talk about a terrorist cell. Charles believes the reports that there’s no link to Boston. I’m a bit more skeptical. We had a fight about it. Damn you terrorists.