I thought about incorporating this into my end of the weekend Sunday Funnies. But it's not funny.
Actually, I think I'll start with the exciting news. Because I have a very hard time keeping things to myself. We have an idea of when we'll be leaving Alaska. I can't say when, because I don't know, but it'll most likely be within the year. Armed with this knowledge, plus the recent sunny and warm days, does wonders for a person's mood.
Secondly, on Friday I got an email that used the words "insurgents", "attacked", and the name of the base my husband is at.
This is how the army does business. When "an incident" occurs, they email, text message, and call the family members whose soldiers are stationed anywhere in the area. They cause unnecessary worry, grief, and strife. And then they tell you they're blacking everything out and don't expect to hear from anyone for a few days. Oh, but there will be a briefing, where they will also tell you a whole lot of nothing, the next day if you're interested. During business hours of course. If you have a job, you're outta luck.
Why do they have to tell us these things?? I prefer to live in my deluded world, thank you very much. It's how I survive.
Knowing this information did NOTHING for me. Actually, it made me less productive, if possible. I read it when I was getting ready to leave the gym. I drove home and sat in the driveway (at least it was warm in the car) and stared out the windshield for 45 minutes. Because, really, what the heck are you supposed to do?
This has happened before and, though I don't want to tell that whole depressing story, all those feelings of worry and uncertainty come rushing back like a floodgate is opened.
This is why I spent 8 hours watching True Blood and plowing through Pinterest on Friday afternoon/evening/night. Because, really, what else was I SUPPOSED to do?
I like to think that I've become pretty good at distracting myself in these last SIX months. However, when the reality of what is happening smacks me in the face, I lose all ability to function.
Anyway. As I said, I don't want to depress you. I want to tell you the truth. Because I'm not some vampire-obsessed girl. Blog-stalking is not my #1 hobby. And I'm pretty sure I didn't need to eat 3 Italian Ices last night. But losing myself in something that's not my reality makes the time pass in a slightly more pleasant way.
 |
| source |
