I had a more lighthearted post scheduled for Monday, but I've been transfixed by the images coming out of Japan and I just can't be that carefree right now. Heidi's Youngest Child is a working artist in China; he landed at the Tokyo Airport 10 minutes before the first quake hit.
I do not like seeing "the ceiling that almost fell on me" pictures.
Heeding his mother's urgings, he's trying to come home. It's terrifying. Once again, as Jerry calls it, The Horror.
CNN ended a report with "come Hell or high water" ... and the video was of just that. 6 miles in from the shoreline, tsunami driven cars and boats and houses were lined up in a mishmash of recognizable shapes along the side of the road. For context, I went to San Francisco - the street looked just like Geary where Little Cuter and some girlfriends and I had real Russian Jewish deli a decade or so ago.
I can only imagine the misery and pain of those who are awaiting word from loved ones. My imagination in this regard is pretty vivid. It's awful and I'm powerless and I ache. I now understand first hand for myself right now just what my friends felt when they heard what had happened to me.
I need to do something and I don't know what. So I thought of those healing vibes you all have been sending my way? I'm down to mild discomfort now so I hereby release them from my sphere . I'll ask you to direct them across the ocean to Japan.
Travel safely, Roo.