I did not get to see Holly.
I did not make it to Purlescence nor did I get to see the Cascade folks. I’ll send them the photo of Parker’s sweater from the gift of their yarn from the last time.
I did get to drive Gail to one of the two things she’d wanted to do.
And then I waited for a friend who was supposed to stop by briefly.
And she didn’t and she didn’t and she didn’t answer her messages either, but I figured it was just missed signals.
She’s my age. Her brother had died today. No not in Colorado.
And then I managed to get a hold of my own brother. Yes in Colorado. Who did not, as it happens, take his children to the premier at that theater that he goes past, he told me, “all the time. ALL. THE. TIME.”
After that it felt like a good day to sit tight and be glad for my family members right here right now for every moment I have with them.
(Ed. to add Saturday morning: after I posted this last night, I saw an article wherein a young woman recounted that she’d come face to face with the gunman and was suddenly struck by the utterly ridiculous thought of, I can’t die wearing a Twilight t-shirt! And the guy had moved on.
It was funny, it was absurd, it was comic relief, and it was life.