We take our amusement where we find it.
First let me say that my heart certainly goes out to those impacted by the bombings at the Boston marathon. I can’t imagine why anyone would think this kind of action is a good idea or what they hope to accomplish. It is just so senseless and heartbreaking.
I heard about the bombings when I went to visit Dad this afternoon. I brought him a memory book I had printed at Walmart with pictures and captions of our family pets over the years. Pets are one thing I can usually get Dad to talk about – we have a lot of funny pet stories. He seemed to enjoy the book and with a little prompting was able to remember things about each cat and dog. The book itself, if you are wondering, was a bit of a disappointment. I plan to go through Lulu to make another when I can find the photos or slides that I’m looking for.
The TV in Dad’s room had the news coverage playing though he clearly didn’t understand what was going on. “I don’t remember taking those pictures,” he said. You didn’t take them, I told him, that’s the news. “Well where is that?” he asked. Boston, I explained. Someone set some bombs off during the marathon. “What was I doing in Boston?” he asked.
Well, I have always said that everything is about him.