I am a terrible blogger. Garden series still not finished. Partly because, well, I've been actually planting a garden. (Spring waits for no woman. And my some of my seedlings are busting out of their peat pots.)
And more because I've just been all out of sorts this week. It's not just the car break-in (and the shooting I witnessed a couple of blocks away AS I was standing in the dark street in a pool of shattered glass next to my car giving the police officer my statement about the break-in -- did I mention that here on the blog? No? Well, now I did).
Like I said in response to some comments on my last post, I'm actually kind of accustomed to violent shit like that happening, though it has been a pleasant while.
It's more that I just feel sort of cumulatively worn down lately by minor mishaps, unfortunate occurences and petty thievery (not just the car theft-- petty thievery like banks charging nonsense fees, insurance companies trying to retroactively deny claims they already paid half a year ago, etc., etc.-- I'm sure you've all had the experience.)
And then I feel really guilty for feeling worn down by this B.S., when some of my blogfriends have much worse things going on. Like Dana who recently lost her whole blog due to a server disaster. Or Andrea whose baby had some weird unexplained respiratory attack the other day that briefly turned her blue. Or Kim, who, as I type this, may or may not be watching the special investigative report that is on KSDK right now about the crash that killed two of her daughters. (The report they have been advertising, like, EVERY TEN MINUTES for days now with an image of the smashed vehicle. Merciful heavens, Kim. I hope you've been watching Channel 4 or something instead.) Or Rebecca, who just interrupted her book tour to go to one of her best friend's funerals, AND who had her car broken into, too, so somebody could steal an MP3 player.
I could go on, and on. It seems like a lot of people I know/read have had a pretty crappy couple of weeks (months, years-- fill in the blank) lately, actually. And that makes me feel like a whiner for letting the little stuff-- the tangled-in-red tape kind of stuff-- get me down.
I think I need to get outside more this weekend. And maybe drink a little. Anyone want to join me?