This morning, Max was diagnosed with degenerative myelopathy.
To say that I am devastated is an understatement.
I’ll probably blog the progress on any knitting I do, but for the most part, I’m going take a break from blogging. My heart just isn’t in it now.
Besides, there’s a dog that needs me.
I generally keep this blog focused on knitting, dogs and clouds. I like reading happy blogs, so I try to write that kind of blog.
Every so often, though, something gets under my skin and I have to grab my soapbox and pontificate to my heart’s content.
Today, I’m ticked off about this.
I was streaming live coverage of this tragedy as it happened. As soon as the reporters began stating who owned the plane, I started to get ticked off. Once it was discovered that a ‘celebrity’ (I hate that word) owned the plane and was on board, the news anchors were practically orgasmic in how they reported the news.
It was disgusting.
The news was reported so quickly, that I just knew that the families hadn’t been notified. One man’s father found out his son was dead from a TV newscast.
What the hell is wrong with this country?
Yes, I know we live in the age of instant news and it’s usually a wonderful thing.
Call me naive, but it shocks me that not one news organization held back the identity of the dead.
Have they no heart?
Can they not imagine how they would feel if it was their son, husband, brother?
As the above linked article states, the world found out this man was dead before his wife did.
One of the men who died today was ‘celebrity’, but he’s also a person.
A person with people who love him.
Those loved ones deserve respect.
Random dog picture!
I’d like to take a moment to thank my co-workers who came to work with a cold last week and spread their germs all around. I saw the germs approaching yesterday and did everything I could to fight them off. However, they ambushed me while I was sleeping and I woke up this morning a complete mess: sneezing, coughing, nose dripping (TMI?), etc. Ugh.
I stayed home today and am currently 2/3 of the way through a jumbo box of Kleenex.
I’m not sure I have more Kleenex in the house and am hoping I don’t have to resort to paper towels. I’ll look like Rudolph in five minutes flat.
The good news is that I’m now feeling well enough to knit. Earlier today, I was just lying on the couch, watching TV and moaning (and not in a good way).
While browsing the Internet, I found this story. The whole story is disturbing, but the worst part is this:
“One of her students saw nude art in the museum, and after the child’s parent complained, the teacher was suspended.”
A veteran teacher lost her job because one parent complained about nudity? It’s not porn, it’s art that happens to depict nude people. Huge difference.
No wonder this country is so messed up.
I would love to pontificate more, but I must attend to my nose.