So here's how oblivious I am, due to the recent events discussed in the last post: I got up yesterday morning, got the newspaper (fully dressed), and thought, oh dear, is something bad happening in New Orleans?
This has been a week of mostly bad news; since my last post, Badger's husband died, the neighbor with lung cancer found out it has spread to her brain, and New Orleans has apparently disappeared. The good news of the week is that the teenage boy with leukemia has a form of the disease which is quite curable, and his prognosis is very good.
It's not hard to feel discouraged sometimes by these things that happen, both on a small personal scale and on a horrific large scale. And guilty, that I have so much to be thankful for (although ask me how thankful I'm going to feel when Teddy's last day comes). But, at the risk of sounding corny, I think of that wonderful song from "Once More with Feeling" (the musical episode from season 6 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, for those of you who don't know--and if you don't know, ummm, well, you're missing some great TV), where Buffy is in complete despair over the way things have gone and Spike the vampire (hot vampire, with a soul and a cool black leather coat) sings to her:
"Life's not a song/Life isn't bliss/Life is just this/It's living/You'll get along/the pain that you feel/only will heal/by living/You have to go on living"
On that note, the Knit Think household is going away and hiding for a couple of days, at a nice quiet cabin on a nice quiet lake, armed with books and Monopoly and bikes and knitting and plenty of s'more supplies. And wine. And lots of food that isn't even remotely healthy.