About this time last week, my list of things to worry about looked like this
- Being killed by terrorists.
- ISIS expanding to take over all of Europe and then the USA.
and far down below those and everything related to them, quotidian things such as
- Dying in a fiery car crash on the Beltway.
- Being killed by a random gunman because I live in the USA, or having that happen to my husband at work or my children at school.
- Having the house broken into (while B’s away).
- Having the house broken into (while we’re all here).
- B dropping dead while running, leaving me ignorant of passwords to online bill paying, so that as well as being bereft and lonely and bored with nobody to make up appropriate lyrics for any song at the drop of a hat, we would have our electricity cut off and freeze to death.
- Getting stuck behind a fiery car crash on the Beltway so that I’m late to pick Dash up from school, and discovering that my phone refuses to hold any contact numbers any more so I couldn’t even call them to say why I’m not there.
- Mabel refusing to open her mouth at her upcoming dental checkup.
- My turkey being dry on Thursday.
and so on, in descending order of terribleness or likeliness; you get the idea.
This week my sense of statistics has righted itself and those first two have dropped down to somewhere below the others. Climate change is in there somewhere too; I’m never quite sure where. And maybe the zombie apocalypse, sure, if I’m in the mood for fretting.
Of course, statistics are no comfort to all those families in Paris, in Mali, to a family not far from here who lost someone. To everyone who has died in car crashes or mass shootings or all the other terrible things that happen and continue to happen.
So, in conclusion, this isn’t a very comforting post, is it? But I really like how everyone’s tweeting cat pictures in Brussels. That seems like a very good way to deal with the tension. I’ll be over here trying to keep my worry weebles the right way up.