Tour de France in my underpants

Frances England? 

Yes. 

Yes.

Yes.

When I played this for Carrie, she laughed for about 5 minutes.

I just have to point out that I received something like 20 hits this week from people googling "bow-legged economy" and "copulating inanimate objects."

I am pleased with myself and because I am a twisted individual, I will post a link to the #1 hit for "copulating inanimate objects." I mean, what kind of world is this when we can't leave our picnic tables alone?

I watched the old Spencer Tracy movie "Judgment at Nuremberg" yesterday. I also saw footage of a woman in Zimbabwe and her four-month-old baby who are both certainly near death from cholera. (Cholera. Cholera? I've never even heard of someone contracting cholera.)

I woke in the night and couldn't expunge these images from my mind.

This morning, I'm left with the question of how we cope with witnessing this kind of horror. My grandfather (we think) participated in the liberation of Dachau. But I can't even see 70-year-old footage without losing sleep. After visiting the camp all of these years later, I lost sleep for nearly a year. I am haunted. In a true sense. The unanswerable question gnaws at the corners of my mind: did He forget them? Can He forget me?

How do I put this to bed in my mind? How do we continue to live and eat and breathe and have babies knowing what kind of world this is?

What do I do now?

These are honest questions. I can't but despair in finding their answers.

When Mama's Away....

Grandmomma will dress your baby up as Jesus.