Can you hear me now?
I know I'm a day late for our weekly conversation (and do you think you could possibly do something about the "dollar short" part too?)
Anyway God, I want to start off by talking about Cheetos. The crunchy kind. Do you think there is any possibility that you could get someone to make them where the orange-cheesy-powdery stuff doesn't get all over your fingers when you eat them? For some reason, the keyboard of my new netbook is developing an orange sheen. . .
But that's not what I called to tell you.
I want to tell you that I've become aware of more-than-a-few instances where life in general has become unusually unbearable for some folks within my ken, and I won't bore you with the whole Why? question again, but I feel the overwhelming need to raise my hand and shout Hold the Phone!
So Hold the Phone! (if you will. . . .) while I rail against the following. . .
But she was only 35! Perhaps that particular melanoma could have been saved for someone who didn't leave behind three small children. And a handsome husband. And a beautiful home. And a fairy tale spoiled.
But he is merely 31! And also the parent of two young toddlers. What would make anyone think they had a right to beat another soul within an inch of his life? Leaving his father devastated - and trying to hold it all together???
But she has young kids! You tell me what complicated jumble of depression/ambition/helplessness would cause a mother of three young children to jeopardize their childhood by doing anything that could send her to jail for five precious years of their lives? And - perhaps more importantly - how was there no one there to stop her?
But she's only 20! And here we quickly fall into the old There but for the grace of God go I . . . saying that my mother used to mutter at others' unfortunate events. Let's leave it at that, shall we? I know I might very-well be in her parents' shoes one day. . .
And - last, but never least. . .
But she has blond hair! Okay, I can't really come up with another reason that someone shouldn't be suffering from the strange and eerie symptoms that she's experiencing. . . but she's young. . . and beautiful. . .and blond. . . yes, she's a God-fearing person!
So that's it, my friend, in toto. I now conclude my written correspondence for the week. You can keep the whole Cheetos thing on the back burner for a while if you need to. I realize that some of my action items may be more time-sensitive than others, but it really would be kind of awesome. . .wouldn't it????
Oh. . . and about that little swear word in front of you today. . . at the tabernacle? I really didn't mean to blurt it out like that, but that door to your house is heavy and that broken nail hurts like a mother. . . .