Oh, I've looked at a few things where I've got links (my Google spot, my e-mail ISP front-page thing, you know), and I listened to NPR on the way to work. Actually, that's why I stopped looking at much news today, listening to NPR.
And I've read something which one of my ... hmm, well, it's a sidetrack but still, I'll go there briefly. LJ calls it our Friends List. In some instances, it is. There are a number of people on my Friends List I knew before I started with LJ, and several I've met face-to-face since, and several more I want to meet. The one common link to all of them is, I enjoy reading what they've got to say. Perhaps trivial, but with gems in there which shine the brighter because of that. And never trivial, because it's all reflections of Life As Perceived which is, truly, the definition of Reality.
Someone I enjoy reading found something they enjoyed reading, and linked to it, and I followed that link even knowing, going in, that it would talk about why I'm not paying much attention to the news today. And I enjoyed reading it too. It followed on the heels of something experienced, someone heard in person, last week at my AORN Congress which brushed against old scars and reminded me, ah. Yes. Absent friends. Reading today brushed those same scars, and also something else running through my mind.
Four years ago. Not today, no, not today four years ago but near this time yes. I sat in a restaurant/lounge at the Hyatt McCormick Place, eating my lunch during AORN Congress, and shaking my head about the news, even though the people around me were cheering. Somebody asked me why I wasn't cheering, why I was shaking my head, didn't I think this was a grand thing?
No, I replied, I don't.
But why not, they asked. We're going to finally kick their asses.
Yes, I replied, for the next seven days, maybe six, we're going to kick ass. And then...
Then it's going to get ugly. Very, very ugly.
My mother's family came from County Cork, Ireland, and I was sitting in Chicago, and sometimes, I really don't like knowing things.