All day long I've tried to avoid looking at the news. I keep getting glimpses of the carnage in Boston and try to look away. Ultimately I'm not able to do that. I look at the articles I see the blood see the smoke see the grieving parents… I cannot look away.
The magnitude of the tragedy in Boston is made more real to me by the fact that I just lived down the street. I know the streets I know that hills I know the sidestreets. I cannot believe that that could happen so close to where I once lived where my sister and brother lived where my parents now live.
My father ran the Boston Marathon several times. I remember meeting him at the finish line just wear these explosions occurred. I remember going out and eating Japanese or Chinese food each time. I remember how tired and happy he was at the end of those races. That's a happy memory.
Now the Boston Marathon… And Patriots' Day are scarred will never be the same. We'll get through this as everyone says but it Will be a reminder to us just like 9/11 or the remembrance of any other such terrible day.
My heart goes out to everyone who is impacted by the blasts in Boston… And I'm guessing that's everyone who's reading this.
My apologies.. when I posted before, I had not heard about the bombings at the Boston Marathon.. I’m still trying to take it in. Our hearts go out to the folks who were injured and to everyone …
April 15… the Ides of April.. if April had Ides… The day that strikes fear in all grownups. Tax day.. I somehow managed to get my stuff together enough to get my taxes done in time (which was not always the case when I was young).
It’s always an interesting time looking through the shoebox (virtual now) of money spent and received.. Where did it all go ? did i make good choices ? Where is that stuff now ? Did I really need ? How much fun per dollar did I have.. and more and more… Where will my taxes be spent ? I used to not think so much about that, . I’m one who generally pays my taxes willingly.. I figure that all the complex parameters around salary, quality of life, tax rates, etc manage to self adjust to neutralize any good or bad intentioned meddling from the government. I’m not so sure these days… the older I get the more I see the imbalances in where the money goes.. … ie.. so much more of our tax money goes to defense than it does to education or science or the arts.. I think a society defines itself by what it invest in… if we really want kids with world class skills.. why isn’t that higher on the list of spending ? Why do folks still have trouble affording a college education or medical care if they need it ? Why do we let big corporations spend to influence elections that determine tax policy ? (and I say that knowing full well that I work for a big corporation ) .. why,… why… why… ?
All this I was thinking as I dropped off my envelope with my taxes due on my way to work…. I breathed a sigh of relief as the envelope left my hand.. I don’t need to think about money again until this time next year….
Went running today and saw what I think was our last snow for the year. There were patches here and there, but the weather this week is supposed to get up into the 60s. I thought about it as I ran… As always I bent down and wrote Sam’s name in a pile of snow. I always do that when There is snow to do it. Sam was always out in the snow so I always associate him with snow.
As we ran back home we got hit with a few wet flakes kind of a last hurrah for the year. I guess it’s a good thing, we’re already for a little warmth. I noticed the daffodils pushing out by the mailbox. Won’t be long now.
Tonight I looked up and saw Venus and the waxing moon.
Another powerful sign to me. Whenever I see these two in close proximity, it reminds me of the need to strike a balance. I’ll give that some thought.
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