It’s been a rather productive past couple of days. I’ve written here, and I’ve been busy doing other things — baking, sewing, and destashing. I am trying to do more of the latter but have been minimally successful. Still, I think I’m doing pretty much better these days. I’d hate to think that I’m getting used to working from home and sheltering in place, but it is a relief to feel a sense of being settled.
Here’s a slew of blurbs to sort out my thoughts this Monday, as my week kicks off.
Time to take the weighing scale a little seriously. I must confess that I’ve been pretty bad in this department. I weigh myself every day and like I said before, I know what pushes my weight up and yet I still indulge. Ice cream is the main culprit! I have finished what I have and have sworn it off.. Of course, all the baking of banana bread and bread pudding doesn’t help at all. I am trying to do without the rice from here on. I successfully “evaded” it last night when I opted to eat a different dinner from theadobo that the boy requested for. I tell myself it’s time to get ready for the eventual return to office — even if the date is not yet clear as of today. I know it’s looming on the horizon — soon.
Another black life lost. Last Friday, a regrettable incident took place in Atlanta where a man’s life was snuffed out by gunfire from a police officer. Rayshard Brooks fell asleep on the wheel while in line for a Wendy’s drive through. Police assistance was requested. Police came. What started out as a regular conversation followed by a failed sobriety test, a chase, failed taser shots and gun shots rang out. Then Rayshard fell. He died in the hospital.
I am no stranger to such random disregard for life — but it doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I am sad for all the parties concerned that this had to happen. Sadder still that it only stokes the fire of dissent from the thousands out in the streets chanting “Black Lives Matter!”. It is ironic that this happens just as the whole country is waking up to the stark reality that racism has no good side to it. For a country that prides itself as being the greatest country on earth, the stain of racism in as many years as it has existed stains the United States and magnifies how it is so fractured at its roots.
I am outraged that time and again, lives are lost with such wanton disregard for its sanctity. The discussion goes on. And the anger simmers.
It feels like quite a disconnect after I wrote those three paragraphs up there. I think I’ll stop here today, and write another day when the emotions are not as raw.
Black lives — ALL LIVES — matter.