I was all set to blog an update of my injured shoulder when the news broke, another school shooting. Another lockdown, another scene of kids running for safety, another scene of police responding, another scene of frantic parents.
Where are you now, you second-amendment God given right to own a gun owners who value your rifles and pistols above common sense gun laws that might have saved 10 lives today?
Where are you now, you lip service to caring for the people politicians who value your re-election race above enacting laws that might have saved 10 lives today?
Don’t send prayers and thoughts, do something. Take action. Now.
One week and two days down … I’m so OVER this broken shoulder business. It was a novel experience, a “that was interesting” experience but I’m over it. It annoying to figure out how to do things one handed, although I am quite proud of myself in that I managed to successfully mow the yard this morning! Granted it’s a self propelled electric mower, and I dutifully kept my left arm in its sling, but ta-da … done! Full disclosure … I live in a townhouse and have a yard the size of a large walk in closet, but it was a step towards normalcy.
The phrase “single handed” has taken a new and personal meaning. To do something single handed means turning a mundane task (such as mowing the lawn) into an olympic event. Vacuuming become Everest, washing one’s hair … herculean … putting on socks … try it and you’ll see.
It’s also, unfortunately, a handy (pardon the pun) excuse for spending an inordinate amount of time on the sofa watching tv or reading. Can’t practice the violin, or the guitar, or any of my art projects … takes away that guilty feeling of “should” and replaces it with “can’t” … at least for the next 6 weeks and 5 days.