We head to Minnesota, to a house on a lake to spend time with family. It's relaxing and I need it.
I always bring the wrong books on vacation. Serious books that are going to be useful for later -- I even spent some time today with a big book that I need to read for a study group. Eyes glazed over and off to sleep I went. Fortunately I have a Carl Haissan in the backpack.
I am also aware that last year on this vacation, we sat transfixed before the TV and watched the horror show that was Katrina in New Orleans unfold on the screen. I will never forget the slow emotional progression of those days. What started out as just another hurricane story on the news, turning to a serious story that required some real attention, and then on to that kind of news event that takes over hours of every day, and hooks you into that TV crisis land and then moving even beyond that, into a realization that something truly horrific was happening that leapt from the screen into the totality of your life, and even into your dreams, and the world was changing forever, and that the anger we felt was not just a stage of grief, but legitimate and deserved.