Yesterday I found a recent picture of my birth mother on the Internet. (She looked good for 87 : She wasn’t young when I was born) As I was emailing and phoning various family and friends, the phone rang. It was an editor at a major magazine, one I have read forever and turn to for mental health issues. (I had a friend in college who read it for the art work) offering me a try out as a blogger.
I was planning my bio and first post this morning while walking on air.
And wondering about my birth mother. My birth mother means something I don’t quite understand to me. I was thinking about how differently I would have done my meeting with her knowing what I know about people now. I was frantically cycling on the Exercycle. My plate was full.
( I only have one real mother. I called her mommy despite the laughter of her friends. I called my father by his name in public. He thought it more professional. I believe this began when I was in elementary school and would go with him to his clients on school breaks. The are, were two of my favorite people anywhere and I missed them a bit more since Friday evening.)
Then I found out about Gabrielle Giffords, Judge John M Rolls who was just there to say hello, and so many others. I thought from the beginning the gunman was one alone sick male. Those variables fit the profile for this kind of shooting.
Still I blame Sarah Palin. No person has a MAP with gun sights, innocently. That’s an overt or subconscious rallying page for sick people to take action.
I live in Horry County SC which actually has more than eight Democrats. You would never know it at street fairs or events where there are signs dissing President Obama everywhere. There are no Democratic tables as they’ve been made fun of too often and the table was turned over or so I was told. I don’t believe that any sane rational person here would do anything to another person. But so many people are no longer sane in any sense for so many reasons.
I was going to watch the documentary about Facebook, Catfish, and go to sleep early as I didn’t sleep that much last night. Once I fell into a deep sleep the landline rang at Three AM. Going to turn off my phones on Friday nights I think. Developing a pattern here. Now I have to wait for Keith Olbermann’s special report, and then I’ll probably–no I will watch Catfish. It won’t play on my DVD player or computer. Tried straight out of the box…..
I feel so so sad right now.