This has been a trying week in many ways. It started with my MIL being taken to the ER. She weighs about 90 pounds and became dehydrated because she doesn't want to eat or drink. So we spent many hours waiting for her to get processed and into a room. My FIL is also not doing well. This weighs heavily on my wife.
Radar school was postponed until February because there were not enough students to take the class. It's just as well because in view of the horrible events of yesterday, I don't think that I would be able to concentrate. I was saddened by the killings but realized that such occurrences seem to not be surprising which troubles me.
I tossed and turned last night thinking about loss of life, loss of hope and the pain we inflict in a seemingly nonstop way on each other. This morning I met a friend for breakfast, went to the boat, and decided that going to an oyster roast in the afternoon was the best cure for my sad blah feeling. I sat and talked to a couple of old drunks who were knocking back fireball shots. We ate oysters and talked about the benefits of seafood, being married, and having a good dog and a great boat. We did not mention what happened in Connecticut.
I felt better after eating a couple of full buckets of oysters. I am even looking forward to having recovery friends over for a Boxing Day open house. Maybe in the face of tragedy, it's better to put one foot in front of the other and keep trudging. Just keep doing the ordinary, seek out friends, eat some happy food, and don't dwell too much in your head. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.