I spent much of my afternoon and early evening talking with friends by phone or virtually online. I treasure the friendships and the conversations.
Today, I stayed off social media because it feels like a scary place. Yesterday, people were posting that if you are not grieving for Charlie Kirk then you are celebrating his death and are just as responsible for it as the person who pulled the trigger. I do not think killing someone I disagree with is ever a solution. Violence is never the answer to disagreements. At the same time, while Charlie Kirk may be their hero — that doesn’t mean he has to be everyone else’s. I know I’d be heartbroken if someone I admire was killed, but I certainly wouldn’t accuse everyone else of being murderers if they chose not to grieve people on my list of heroes. It wouldn’t even occur to me that other people have to think like I do.
For the last five minutes I have been listening to a strange scratching noise. It took me a minute to figure out it was our cat, Alto, using her scratching pad. The pad is not new; however, the sound she was making with it was different — it may be time to replace the pad portion. At least she looked up when I tried to catch her in the act so I could try for a cute cat photo. With the violent political talk happening, I think a cute cat photo is necessary for the good spirits of peoplekind. It’s days like this that remind me how important it is to step away from the noise and find comfort in the small, steady joys — like Alto’s silly scratching and the warmth of a good conversation.
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