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Boston Marathon bombing suspect Tamerlan Tsarnaev is buried in my neighborhood

So the big news around here last Friday was that Tamerlan Tsarnaev was being buried in my county. The police department was actually forced to make a statement along the lines of, “Yes, we know what’s happening. Stop calling us. Oh, and 911 is for emergencies.”

I’m not sure what all those people calling 911 were thinking, why they thought it was an emergency or what they thought the police were supposed to do about it.

Though I hate to admit it, my own knee-jerk reaction to the information, while hardly volatile, was  less than hospitable. I thought, “Why here? He doesn’t belong here. Why did they bring him to where I live?”

I just didn’t like it.

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I still have that reaction on the surface of my heart, but deeper than that is the understanding that people are not one-dimensional.  There is more to us than our worst deeds.

God, for my own sake, I hope so.

And it’s easier than you might think to become something different from what you started out as. It’s easier than you think to get wrong ideas in your head, to become immersed in whatever crazy thing you believe, and to find yourself acting on that wrong thinking in terrible, possibly irreversible ways.

But I was saddened by the ugliness and just venom from some of the comments I read on-line, ranging from a simple “this is a disgrace” to “throw him in the sewer” to “Massachusetts  doesn’t want this trash rotting in their soil, so why should we have to take him?”

What he did was horrendous. But I have to wonder, is there an act so vile and repugnant that it completely renders the person irredeemable?

And at what point does it then become okay to deny that person their humanity?

Because if that line exists, I believe there are so many more people who don’t belong in our communities, much less our graveyards. People you’ll never hear about, who carry out their atrocities in quiet and nearly invisible ways.

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He’s here because no place else would have him.

The Christian woman who found the cemetery said, “Jesus tells us ‘love your enemies’, not to hate them even after they are dead.”

The Muslim organization that runs the cemetery released a statement that they condemn his actions but believe burying him was their duty. “To God belongs the soul, and He has the final judgment.”

There is a part of me that feels a bit contaminated when I think of this man being buried here. As irrational and unkind as that is.

And even though I’ve carried out atrocities of my own.

But at the same time, I’m glad he was taken in. I’m glad there were people with enough compassion and love and unclouded thinking to do what was morally and ethically right.

Prelude to a podcast

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You guys- I’m starting a podcast!

Because I want to, that’s why. Silly.

Actually, when I started this blog, it was called “Let me ask you this…” Because I say that all the time. I am a question asker, and I love to know about people, about their lives, what they think about things…just everything.

If you’ve talked to me here or if I’ve ever left a rambling message commented on your blog, then you know I love to talk. And I’ll talk a subject into the ground if I don’t rein myself in.

Sometimes I desperately want to get out of a conversation with someone but I just can’t stop myself from asking things like, “And then what happened?” And I really do want to know, even if I’m not that interested in what they’re talking about. It’s odd.

Wait…I’m always interested in what YOU have to say. Truly!

:)

I’m calling my podcast “people I almost know” because that covers everybody. Including myself.

The first episode posts two weeks from today; it’s an interview with newly published author Leanne Shirtliffe. In the meantime, I practiced on my 5 year old niece:

(warning for the faint of heart: farts ahead)



I don’t have a theme other than people – I’m pretty much just going to do whatever I want. I figure I’m old enough now to start living like that.

At least in podcast land.

But I hope you’ll enjoy them too.

Water Aerobics (no impact my fat ass)

*WARNING*
*No Lifeguard On Duty*

It’s five pm and the gym is starting to fill up with the after-work crowd. But I don’t have to worry about getting a spot on a treadmill or bike, and I won’t have to wait my turn for any equipment, either.

Because I’m headed to the pool!

I can’t help but smile as I realize there are only three of us here for the class tonight. That’s good, plenty of room; this is going to be so great. All week long I’ve been looking forward to my first water aerobics class in years.

On the drive over, I kept imagining stepping into the warm water – just being in the water is so pleasant. And I remember all of the old exercises, like jumping jacks and lunges. I remember using the noodles and Styrofoam barbells. Water aerobics is perfect for me: a no-impact, beginner level, in-the-water, fun workout.

It’s cold!

I mean, it’s not ocean cold or even outdoor swimming pool cold, but it’s colder than I thought it would be. I thought it would be warm! But you know what? That’s okay. I’ll warm up as soon as I start moving. So…let’s start some exercising, shall we ladies? Time later for the chit-chat. It’s nice to be so warmly greeted and whatnot, but it’s cold, and… Great! Here we go!

Now this is what I’m talking about. Jogging in place, in the water, the kind of high-stepping I can actually do. Jogging toward the shallow end. Jogging toward the deep end. Why yes I can get those knees up, I certainly can. And jog in place, not a problem at all. And jumping jacks, one and two and three and four.

This is the bees knees, ya’ll! But you can stop asking me how I’m doing, instructor lady, because I’m doing fine! And one and two and three and four. Hit the bottom with my toes and  my heels! I don’t want to get injured in water aerobics.

And lunge! Right leg…left leg…

I wonder if I’m sweating? Can I sweat under water? Cause this is totally working. Yeah, my heart rate must be getting up there into fat-burning range. For sure into fat-burning range. Water aerobics isn’t for sissies, no ma’am.

Four more! Three more! Two more!

We must be half-way through by now, don’t ya think? Where’s the clo – fifteen minutes? Gone! Fifteen minutes gone, not to go. Forty-five minutes to go. But you know what? I’m good; I got this. I’m still breathing just fine.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. Swimming, swimming. Haha, I crack me up.

Hey I love this song! Wait, there’s an aerobics mix for Boys of Summer?

Water in my face! Water in my face!

No problem. Just gotta keep my mouth shut. It is a pool, after all. Yes, I’m fine, instructor lady. You can see me keeping up, can’t you? Please  stop asking me that; I’m using all my breath to breath over here.

Seriously? Am I really this short? I’m gonna drown doing water aerobics in four feet of water.

Water in my eyes!

Blink. Just keep blinking. Better yet, close my eyes. What’s she doing now? What’d she say?

Grab the Styrofoam weights. If I can’t do it with the weights, I can just move my arms in the water. Thanks, lady.

Butterfly stroke. For more resistance, keep my weights under the surface. For less resistance, keep my weights on the surface. Water in my face!

Yes, I’m fine. Yes, I’m keeping up.

How much time left?

Oh, thank Gawd!

Cool down.

Stretch.

Yes.

I’m…

fine.

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By the way, ya’ll – I joined the gym.

Name My Kitty

Huh? What’s a euphemism?

Anyway…

Here’s the thing: my cat doesn’t have a name. And I am a really, really bad pet name thinker-upper.

When she was first given to me, we didn’t get along so well. I was super frustrated with her and she seemed less than happy to be with me and Louis.

Left Out

I didn’t like the name she came with, “Baby”. And anyway it wasn’t her real name – some things like that you can just tell are all wrong. So I ended up calling her kitty all the time.

I finally decided that would just be her name. Kitty.

But now…

My Kitty 2

Now I luuurrrv her.

And I just feel wrong calling her kitty. I always knew that was a placeholder, not her real name.

Kitty

You talkin’ to me, lady? Cause I don’t answer to “hey you”.

My problem is I have no idea what her real name is.

I need help finding it.

Looking Out

I know it’s out there somewhere. If you’d let me out, I could find it for myself.

I’m pretty sure it’s multi-syllable. And it may start with a C. But maybe not.

That’s all I got.

We need your help!

What do you think her name should be?