I keep skimming the news, looking for logical reasons to shoot up hundreds of people at a music concert, but all I see is more evidence that this was planned. Then I try to understand the brain that would do that…and I can’t. I understand anger and sadness and frustration, but not when it turns into that.
The work day wasn’t that hard…it was processing the rest that was hard. So I came home and took the dogs out…
Three miles (ish) as fast as we could go.
The sun was trying to beat us back. There’s coyotes out there, so that shit makes me nervous with the little guy…but we made it.
Good for them, good for me.
After making dinner, I had decided I wanted to do another eye, so I started it randomly on the right.
I only do one strand a night…this is Sunday’s and Monday’s…
I saved the blue for the iris, but maybe I’ll keep going with another color instead. I’ll have to see how I feel about it.
Then I had to force myself to get up and go in the office to sew.
Yeah. Well. Understandable. I realized how long ago Sandy Hook was and it took me that long to be able to process it into a piece of art. Some of that is not wanting to make A work that commemorates ONE event…it’s more about the feelings and ideas behind the event. Certainly Sandy Hook wasn’t the first school shooting, but it was the hardest to process…someone coming in and shooting up little kids for no apparent reason. Having worked in middle and high schools, the reasons to be angry and feel harassed, bullied, oppressed, to the point of thinking a shooting is a good idea? I can imagine that. Unfortunately. But little kids…seems so much worse. It’s not really…it’s innocent people of all ages, isn’t it? And Sandy Hook obviously wasn’t the last.
I hate that we’re becoming a country where it feels unsafe to do just about anything: go to work, get on a plane, go to a concert, go to school, go to a church, go to the store, the library, wherever. It shouldn’t be like that. There’s nothing about possessing a gun that would make me feel more safe. I have one and some “lone wolf” (really??? he was an older white male…most dangerous species out there, if you ask me) has 20 of them. Legally.
OK. Well. With all that weighing on me (and it IS weighing on me), I have a parent meeting this morning. I haven’t even gotten to Tom Petty…sad sad sad.
So many favorites of his…but this one is making me cry this morning.
*Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, I Won’t Back Down