Wednesday

     Thank you all for the kind words from my post. I feel so sad for my cousin and her family. What she has been sharing in his CaringBridge site is so familiar to  me. It is so close to what we experienced in 1996 when DH's younger sister was in a terrible accident. She was in a coma for five months before she past away. No one gave up hope until she eventually succumbed to so many illnesses that in her fragile state, her body just could no longer fight. He's young, strong, and an athlete and she feels there has been positive signs. Her close friends and immediate family have the home front taken care of, so she and her ex-husband can concentrate on being with him. They have a daughter the same age as our youngest who is scheduled to move into college dorms on  August 21 in the same city the son goes to school. I haven't heard if she still will-I can't imagine how hard this is for her. There is also an older 23 year old, who transfer to same college for this fall, and a 16 year old boy. Keep sending the positive energy out there for him and their whole family. 

     As for the sadness of what has occurred this past week in the nation, I'll try and stay non-political in this blog. It doesn't help to rile people up regardless of their ideologies. I just want the folks who we elect to actually do their jobs, listen to people, and seriously create policy that helps most people live their lives with dignity. Stop loopholes in any policy area that allows manipulative people to act above the law.Tax fairly for the common good. I know that is subject to disagreement as to what common good is, but my guess is 95% of the population is in alignment with 95% of the common goods. It's the 5% extremes on 5% of the issues that creates the divide. People need to get to know their neighbors again, whether they live next to them for decades or just moved in. Knowing the names and faces of those who live near you makes it easier to have conversations and find common ground. I'm embarrassed how few of my neighbors on our cul de sac I know by name. I'll try and change that as I go for walks and am out an about. Met the people a couple houses down the other night-super nice, with a 13 year old daughter. It doesn't just take a village to raise a child, it takes a village, many villages, to create a healthy nation. 

     Enough somber stuff and enough of my (lack of) philosophical stuff. I'm working form home today. I was supposed to have a mid morning meeting on route to my office so was already planning to work a few hours form home. The meeting has been postponed, but sine I have no other meetings that have to be in person, I'm saving the time and gas. I'll be able to get a load or two of laundry thrown in washer and some items hung up to dry for my breaks. I'm waiting on a Kohl's delivery, the last of what DD2 needs for her dorm room. 

     I have an amusing story to share about mail orders. DD2 is tiny, but like her mother, she is not lacking in the chest area. Bra shopping is a nightmare, creating a lot of stress. She thinks she finally found a style and size that works, but of course no stores carry the tiny size and larger cup combination, but we found online. She also ordered a couple sports bras. Our mail carrier or whoever does the sorting really struggles with package delivery. These got delivered next door. Their teenage son, not paying attention to the name and address, opened the box as he was expecting something. His mom brought the package over last night, sharing the story, and the embarrassment of her son. I thought DD2 might have been a little embarrassed as well, but she thought it was funny. While they are only pieces of fabric, I'm guessing he will look at the package label the next time before opening. I wish embarrassment over wrong packages was the only thing young people need to worry about.