I Woke Up in Love This Morning by Jennifer Kathleen Gibbons

That kept her going, her utter belief in God. You know about President Kennedy and his brother were shot too. Yet you always thought it was odd that you didn't pray for the mayor and the supervisor. When you were eight President Reagan and the Pope have shot a month apart. The mayor and a city supervisor in San Francisco were killed by a gun when you were six, eating chocolate chip cookies in class. You pick up the bookshelf and head for home. The NPR broadcaster sounds as if she is going to cry. They report that eighteen children were killed along with nine adults. But no, on this cold December morning you've got to get things done. If Wes Anderson was in the theater, you would've French kissed him for making a perfect movie and taking your mind off men women, and children in another movie theater waiting for the lights to go dark. That hot July afternoon, you managed to go see Moonrise Kingdom. You're broke right now, otherwise, you'd go to a movie like you did when the shootings happened in Aurora. After you watch some old Hee Haw clips.įirst, though, you go on Facebook and see that there's a shooting in Connecticut at an elementary school. You need to get a lot of things done, you think again as you eat and drink. You also need to go through your closet and get rid of your extra-large clothes. You are forty years old your hair was trimmed last week and you are losing weight, just not fast enough.

You drink white hot chocolate and eat a bagel. That and find a new job, get more writing done, and oh yeah, lose more weight, exercise more. You need to find those missing in action DVDs from the library. You have a lot to do today Christmas shopping, plus your mother bought a bookcase at Goodwill and you need to help her get it home. You write her back, asking if you two can do coffee in the next couple of days. Cheese, you have plans this weekend to see another friend and then go to an early Christmas party for your cousin.

Although you would love to see this friend and brave Chuck E. You get an invitation from an old friend inviting you to Chuck E. If there was a red sky at night, it meant smooth sailing. If there was a red sky at first light, they had to be prepared for a bad storm. Red Sky at night, sailor delight.' She explained to you that sailors would look at the sky in the mornings. You know it will rain today your speech therapist Miss Neill used to say 'Red Sky at Morning, Sailor warning. You wake up to see from your bed a gorgeous pink sky. I promise, next week I’ll post something much lighter.

This is something I wrote ten years ago on the afternoon of Sandy Hook. I know many of you are feeling frustrated.

I Woke Up in Love This Morning by Jennifer Kathleen Gibbons