I had grand plans of sitting down tonight to write something witty or funny or sweet. If that didn’t work, I would resort to the stuff I usually write (ba-dum-bum-ching!). I have several blog drafts just waiting for a little of my attention, which has been mostly elsewhere this summer. But tonight seemed like the kind of night where I could bang something out. Something pretty good. Something that would at least bring a few smiles. And then today happened.
It feels wrong to post some in-depth analysis of what exactly makes emptying the dishwasher such a loathsome job, as if nothing else is happening. I mean, in my little corner, that IS what is happening. But only because I am lucky today. I am blessed today. I am privileged today. Elsewhere, the same can not be said. My city is attacking itself. Slaughters of the innocent are happening in countries near and far. And I just found out that a man whose brilliance often helped people momentarily forget the weights of the world felt his own too heavily, and now he is lost to us. So, yeah. Things feel wrong. Maybe not wrong in my house, or immediately outside my door, or even anywhere to which I could still drive while the gas light is on.
But it also seems that right now, the rest of the world doesn’t really need another blog post carrying on as if nothing wrong is happening. It also doesn’t need another one giving opinions or arguing sides or eulogizing the dead. Because there are enough of those, and I don’t really know what I would say anyway.
So I am simply going to offer my prayers…for my city, for victims of injustice and violence, for the incomparable Robin Williams and his loved ones. And I ask you do the same.
Emptying the dishwasher will still be a loathsome job when things feel right again, and I’m sure I will have plenty to say about it.