I specifically avoided watching a lot of the first coverage for Boston

The level of carnage the media is willing to show these days is just completely over the top, IMHO. There’s letting us know what’s going on, then there’s showing us what we really didn’t need to see. It’s not like the evening news from 20 years ago, when the kiddies were already in bed by the time they showed the really graphic stuff. My goodness, my 12 year old niece could have been watching that garbage on her smartphone in the middle school hallways on Monday, for all I know. That’s just unnecessary.

I actually met up with one of our local emergency response chaplains the other day; he owns the garage which has been nursing my truck back to health. How he runs that shop, but also goes out on calls, I’ll never know. But he’s an older guy, getting ready for retirement, and he’s been with our volunteer fire dept for decades. He told me that when the new kids come into the department, he warns them that they’ll see plenty enough serious injury and death to last a lifetime; they don’t need to go look just to get “hardened off”. And most of the counseling he does isn’t for families during a crisis – it’s for the veteran responders who see that stuff, day in day out, as part of their job. There comes a point where you’ve just seen more than a person needs to see, and it stays with you the rest of your life. Frankly I think media could tell the story better, and show less. But that’s just me. What I’ve already seen in life, I could have done without. No need to go watching more of it on TV. I feel badly for the kids who have recently come home after their service in war zones. Come home hopefully to a safe environment, only to have to see it all over again on the television and online news services. Blech. No thanks.

When dh got home tonight he seemed depressed

I asked what was wrong—our high dollar long gravel driveway pretty well washed out with the nearly 5 inches of rain last night. He plans on spending a good deal of the weekend putting the gravel back on the driveway. Oh and Pretty Purple Precious Piper Peacock showed up looking for a treat this afternoon—I was right she’s broody on eggs again. So the can rotators will definitely be on hold for another weekend.