Odd, that…
August 1st, 2007I was just getting the urge to blog about various trivialities today, and things got all weird. Everyone I know (out to two degrees, so far) is OK and accounted for, with a few close calls. So far, at least, it’s turning out to be not as bad as it could have been.
The kids were probably feeding on some of the anxiety, and acting unruly. We took a walk to calm down a bit. There were thunderstorms approaching, causing air traffic to be re-routed over our neighborhood. The news choppers were constantly commuting to and from the scene of the disaster. Quite eerie.
Grace almost gets what’s going on. She’s just learning to ride a bike, and seems to have integrated this into her fears from a close call on the bike…. While walking home, she told me she didn’t want to ride her bike across a bridge, because it would break it and it would collapse. I tried to reassure her that very smart people design bridges to stay up, and it works most of the time. That appears to have worked — she suggested going over a “bridge that they haven’t built yet and we haven’t been over before” tomorrow.
What would I do without kids? The absurdities I can come up with pale in comparison.
I work pretty close to the bridge. I’m debating swinging by the area to see it for myself. It still doesn’t seem real…