Mixed bag of feelings

Today has been a mixed bag of things.  It started with my finding a dead baby raccoon.  I saw it last night when I went out to walk the dogs late in the evening.  The raccoon was near the feeders where I put down corn and other sweet feed for the squirrels, raccoons and opossums.  It was staggering around and not acting right. At one point,  the baby flopped over on his side and just laid there.  I thought perhaps it was sick, but thought that I would put out some salmon cat food for it to eat.  Sadly, this morning as I was walking around the house, I saw the little body hanging just over the edge of the watering pool that we installed for the critters during the recent drought. 

Good bye Captain Smith

After burying the raccoon, I came in to read the newspaper.  There on the front page was a story about a plane crash that happened near one of the islands that we go to on the boat.  The aircraft was a flying zodiac, a recreational ultra light.  Sadly,  the two people killed were the captain and first mate of one of the charter vessels that we have seen for several years at our favorite anchorage.  Just this past Sunday,  we waved at each other as he was anchoring near us.  He has an 18 year old daughter and a newborn son.  You just don't know.  One morning you get up, decide to have an adventure doing something you love, and fall from the sky. 

So after all this, I went to a meeting.  And miraculously,  I felt much better.  I think that I am not able to make sense of what happens in this world.  I don't have to.  I just do my best to live each day well.  And trust that there will be another day tomorrow.  As a blogger friend writes with her posts, "Every day matters." Yes, it does.