Yes, I am day drinking on a Thursday 🍻 I am training to do a walking marathon in June and need to do 18 miles today....so I earned this beer ❤️ I love working towards something whether it is for business or personal ❤️ I never would have thought I had time to work on this, it is consuming a ton of time 😳 but everything is getting done. Is it time for you to stretch yourself? What sounds like a far off thing you would love to do?! #doit#makethetime#yougotthis
Though heartbreaking beyond words this recount of Sunday night had to come out because it is too big to carry inside. Pair with Ave Maria with Andrea Bocelli and keep your babies safe
I Blame The Pool
The paramedic closes the back door of the ambulance, but the picture of what is in there sticks with me.
It is early evening and the sun is setting on this quiet suburban street torn open by the lights and sirens of six police cars, a firetruck and, of course, the ambulance blocking it at the neighbor’s house. A big house, Spanish Revival, with a half circular driveway primed for valet staff taking your keys as you make your way into a cocktail party. But now the house is sealed off, not only by the yellow crime scene tape, but by the drawn blackout curtains in all the windows, the unkept lawn and bushes lining the entrance door and the out-of-place white Honda Civic parked in front of the garage, neither old nor new enough to have a chance to fit in.
She was too small for them to use a stretcher. She was just wrapped in what looked like a towel, her baby feet with the pouches on top sticking out at one end and her wet black hair at the other. I could not see her face from where I stood, but I hope her eyes were closed. Somehow that would be better.
Nothing about this is better. Not the cops in their black uniforms with nightsticks on one side and guns at the other, not the paramedics in their navy blue rugged scrubs, not the Asian woman, who must have called 911, and is now sitting on a white plastic chair in front of the house with her face in her hands while a female police officer keeps an eye on her from a few feet away and talks to dispatch on her radio. Not all of us gathered in the driveway next door, some in bare feet, some with empty wine glasses, pretending to be ready to provide whatever helpful information we can, but really just wanting to put together a narrative of what is going on that we can repeat to each other all night with a shiver. Not the foil from a piece of Wrigley gum that is sticking out from under my shoe. Nothing about this is better.
I blame the pool...(continues in comment)