Mornin' everyone.

Just so tired of hate and violence.  Can't think of anything else to say at the moment.

Still trying to wrap my head around today's happenings in Orlando. It's not happening. Such a ridiculous tragedy. What are we doing as a country? I just can't stand it.

One of the many horrible aspects of this is that too many factions are politicizing this terrible event, and, ultimately and sadly, nothing will change. Evanflein, I'm afraid that is what we are doing as a country. Apparently violence, or the acceptance of violence, is being used to justify something that I can't understand or accept.

OK. Too much racewalking and yard working over the weekend, and so I am very glad that today is my SRD. I also have a meetingful morning, and a 7pm meeting, so I wouldn't have been able to focus on a workout this morning anyway.

Have a greta Monday.

Jay

 

How can a person have so much hate in him that he could kill so many innocent victims? And how do we, as a country, find a way to stop all of these senseless tragedies? What kind of a world will our children and grandchildren be forced to grow up in? And - all politics aside here - how many times has poor President Obama had to get up and address the nation on another massive loss of lives? It just makes me incredibly sad.

 

5.5 miles this morning in a light rain. Kind of sets the tone for today...

I read 15 times JLynne. such a tragedy. every.single.one. of.them.  I can't fathom the hatred out there either, but it's embedded deeper in far too many people that we can even wrap our brains around. 

Will probably get in a short run after work, then maybe some tennis with David. He's got 4 days left of school. He said to me last night that for weeks now he's been so anxious for the school year to get over and now that it's almost here, he's kind of sad about it. I think the reality is sinking in that he's half way done with HS and then he's off to college. Time is going by quickly.

It's so hard to watch the news but I couldn't seem to drag myself away this morning.  The image from one newscast of the people outside hearing cellphones ringing inside, over and over, as loved ones tried to reach their family members is particularly haunting.

Twocat - thanks for the bunny picture.  I could use a bunny picture today.

Did I mention that DD started this weekend working as a caddy at a local country club?  She made $40 for one round on Saturday morning, pretty good money for a 13yo.  When I went to pick her up afterward, the parking lot looked like a car show: Porsches, Lamborghinis, Corvettes, etc., all shined up to a sparkle, waiting while their owners golfed or swam or just "had drinks at the clubhouse."  Strange seeing how the other half lives.

45 minutes of weights and core and PT exercises this morning.

Funny, all those tourists for a wall.

I saw a white rabbit, like a pet rabbit, on the side of the road Saturday.  He wouldn't move - I was worried he was going to get hit by a car.  It was a bit surreal though, seeing him.

No run yet, might run tonight, but most likely tomorrow am.

Got my plumbing fixed, nice to have a boyfriend who actually likes, yes likes doing plumbing jobs.  Although there was a bit a cursing.

Holly, that's a cool job for a 13 year old!

Five miles on The Red Baron under cloudy skies trying to rain

after yesterday's sunny 80-degrees but not doing a very good job of it.

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Congratulations to the happy posies

on DS-1's graduate degree.

Did he wear his beloved Chako's?

This will be a bizarre post. If you don't want to be exposed to it. Avert your eyes.

I have been lurking on and off while on the extended DL.

During this time, I summoned the energy to fly with Ralph to Denver and, with stops in Boulder and Fort Collins to visit friends, we ended up in Casper, Wyoming where Ralph collected his 48th State. Only Hawaii and Alaska remain.

The Casper Marathon starts at 0630 so I drove Ralph to the Events Center and then went back to the hotel at the bottom of the hill and planned my next move. I decided to go to St. Patrick's Catholic church for 0800 mass.

Glad I did. The pastor was incredibly dynamic, the music was uplifting, and the parishioners were welcoming. During his homily, the pastor told us to read a psalm and a chapter from one of the Gospels this week. I am very upset with myself because I cannot remember the psalm number nor the chapter he told us to read!  I thought about emailing him but, I can't find his email address and perhaps that ship has sailed.

I made it back to the marathon with plenty of time to cheer a lot of slow half marathoners and a lot of fast marathoners and Ralph.

Fast forward to last night.

I had the most incredibly vivid dream! More vivid than almost any I can remember. And I remember this one because it has been seared into my soul.

The dream:

Someone but I do not know who is driving and I am a passenger in a non-descript vehicle. The scenery around us is lovely but nothing spectacular. However the lighting is odd and then kind of flashy and suddenly we see strange events unfold around us but all in a flash.

We somehow are aware but there is nothing audible but we are aware that the world is ending.  We look at each other smile and sort of even jokingly say, "Well. I wonder if we will go to heaven or hell? ha ha"  Then a bright light flashes for a millisecond and we again look at each other and say, "Cool. We made the cut."

We were then in heaven.  I can't describe it except that we knew nothing but peace. It was sort of "other worldly".  Kind of tradtional heaven stuff. A bit of a cloud like place with harps and gold but also comfortingly natural with greenery. And we felt nothing but peace. I can honestly say none of the world's troubles pierced the aura of peace in that place.

And then I probably just slept some more or woke up and acknowledged that I had just experienced an extraordinary dream.

I know it was still night time and I know I did fall back asleep. When I woke up for the day I thought, "Wow. That was some dream. It was so real."

So. Just now. When I was trying to find those chapters and verses to no avail. I read TwoCat's post. And I read his tag line at the bottom of the page. For some reason, the comfort I was seeking was found there. Not the soda bread recipe. The other part.

MTA:

I think I found the chapters Father told us to read last week:  Psalm 30  and Luke chapter 8