This St. Patrick's Day, why go for an Irish shamrock plant, when you can buy a Canadian one?
My Mum had one of these for years in the kitchen. One of those 'saw this in the grocery store, and couldn't pass the cute little thing up' specials, as is the one I just bought. Hey, for $2.99, even if it doesn't live after I repot it, I get to have something cute on the table for a week.
A very kind comment was left on my last blog entry by a lovely man called John Gray @ Going Gently. All of you should definitely check out his blog, if you haven't already. Wonderful sense of humour and lust for life. But you should have guessed that already, because I'm the one doing the recommending, right?
The comment he left me was "just checking for your next post!
where is it?". Very flattering, John! It inspired in me a (delusional and misguided) fantasy that everyone is chomping at the bit for my next little installment of nonsense.
This week has been tough on my tenderhearted little Canadian emotions. Frankly, I'm pretty depressed. The horrific disaster in Japan is really getting to me. All of those people wiped out at once, and the continued threats to surviving residents...the only thing I could do to not feel completely useless was donate money to relief efforts. And even that felt piddly, because I don't have a lot of it to give.
I've seen some people joking about it on the internet, which my friend Bub has just written about in her amazing blog.
It's in my nature to joke about everything, even serious things. I joked about cancer all the way through thinking Chuck might be sick again these last few months. Maybe bad taste, but it's the way my mind processes worry and stress. I've offended people with badly-thought out joking around, on things I don't take seriously and forget that other people do. I've apologized for it if I've done it. I'm an 'accidentally offensive' person, not in intentionally offensive one. I joke when I'm nervous or when I'm stressed, to push away the bad stuff and try to 'find the funny' in something serious.
But this type of 'joking' around about the shit going down in Japan...it doesn't seem like jangled nerves, it just seems malicious. There's nothing funny about it to 'find'.
All that aside, I don't personally know anyone in Japan. Many people in the area I live in do, however. And yesterday I read a particularly heartbreaking blog post written by my internet-friend IG. I may not know the guy in '3-D world', but I really feel for him. And for all those poor Japanese people trying to deal with this.
Chuck is a news-watcher. He turns it on while we're eating dinner promptly at 6pm. I've spent a few evenings this week sniffling and wiping my eyes behind my fork. I'm not ashamed to say it.
I'm allowing myself this week to be sad and get it all out. It's hard for me to feel like writing anything funny at the moment. Next post will be lighter, I have some bookstore shenanigans saved up for emergencies.