I am bursting with - if not unfulfilled potential - then with unwritten blog posts.
One reason is that recently, I broke my right arm. It's not the worst thing in the world, not a bit. I don't even have a cast, just a sling and some woefully inadequate pain meds. But it definitely cramps one's style(enjoyment/pain threshold) when it comes to typing. (Many of you are already aware of the fracture, due to my persistent belief in the restorative powers of whining to anyone who will listen/read my FB status updates. I love you, people.)
Another reason is that I had the best visitor I could wish for, on a long, long visit. As someone who previously was alone most nights*, I had not appreciated the following fact: It turns out that people actually get annoyed when one allocates that which should be face-time to screen-time. Understandable. But not conducive to blogging.
(*This was not intended to seem as pathetic as I think it may sound.)
Now, after a long delay and a huge buildup of words bucking at my fingertips, straining for their turn to hammer the keyboard, I feel that nothing less than a magnum opus of a blog post is due. But that is procrastinator talk, my friends; not to mention hoplessly delusional.
So I'm just going with a micropost for now. The main thrust: the confounding co-existence in this world of unfathomably sweet goodness alongside the wretchingly bad. (I can't claim these are original thoughts; but my thoughts they are, often.)
Today, I sent up a signal (in the Internet) for help for my friend with the (wretchingly bad) cancer situation. Right away, people were volunteering, and choking me up with their powerfully kind words and exceeding generosity. When considering these acts, my heart swells and lifts me like a hot-air balloon to float far above all the sadnesses.
Then I got a letter from Li'l G's primary school. A predator-man (a type which Li'l G knows of academically as "a bad apple") has been approaching children on the playground at a neighboring school and trying to lure them into his car. The school reports that the children all wisely refused.
It sounds like Nothing happened, nor is likely to - not even to a self-assured six-year-old who is sooooo sure she can walk home from school by herself (ca. 10 city blocks!). It's just that it's a little revolting to consider this rotten apple with his hideous evil hellcar stalking the school recess yard. Enough said.
[Faintly tangentially, the school also reported that "the police are watching the schools and the neighborhood closely." .... Fleetingly, I started to regret our semi-urban surroundings. (It's crucial to note that this is "urban" by Swissy standards, not U.S. or international ones!) It's saddening if your child's- any child's - schools need to be staked out by the cops. On the other hand... perhaps in a more idyllic, non-city environment, predator types might be so unexpected that they might more likely go unnoticed (until it's too late)?]