You Really Don't Have To Look

Lovely summer afternoon and eveningish yesterday spent at my friend Adam's pool, part in the hot tub, part swimming, splashedy, splashedy. Adam happens to make killer Turkey Chili and homemade Hawaiian Punch popsicles which are terrific and has the loveliest Koi pond. One fish with a yellow head is named Goldberg, one black and white spotted one called Elsie. Much fun.

We were talking about the disturbing pictures in the papers and on TV that you can barely avoid, and can get you DOWN big time, but I HAVE BEEN avoiding them. I've been taking time to make my house pretty, organize my finances, care for my son, care for myself, write, read, make new friends. Especially helping my kid avoid the barrage of dreadful images. My mom used to tell us when we drove by an auto accident on the roadside, "You really don't have to look."