Observations and Other Thoughts

I can't really think of anything I want to say that has any worth.

I first started jotting a couple lines about my weekend jaunt to Lexington but then I decided I wanted to keep some things to myself, so I scrapped everything I'd typed out.

Regardless - it was an amazing time to be in my Old Kentucky Hometown. The little city was a powder keg of excitement thanks to the Cats' whopping toppling of the #1 LSU Tigers. Everyone downtown was wired with Big Blue pride and I was so glad to have a bit of that energy rub off on me.

I also thought about writing a bit more about my niece. She's still in an Atlanta hospital, a week and a half after her birth. She's beautiful and quite a fighter, having overcome some serious blood and digestive complications and other issues. It's a tenuous situation that has reminded me how much I love my family and how strong we are.

This past week and a half has been very trying for me emotionally. I've kept a lot inside about my concerns and worries for Maeve and I've been so grateful to have the support of my good friends. Thanks to all of you for your kind messages and emails and supportive conversations.

It's funny - adversity has a way of pulling people together. The saying goes, a friend in need is a friend, indeed and I've been touched by the concern and kindness I've received from many people who didn't really have to go out of their way to show they care.

So, thank you.

I briefly thought about writing about the changing seasons. The temperature has dropped considerably and the Autumn colors are starting to show in all their glory.

And here's the last thing I'll mention:

I thought about writing about an interesting discovery in the Ladies Room at a Lexington restaurant.

This was a newly built facility so all of the fixtures and stalls were state-of-the-art. No Donna Loves Johnny scrawls on the door and no trails of toilet paper on the floor. The bathroom featured mock-granite counter tops and clever, artistic fixtures. The stalls also included the requisite receptacle for all used feminine products. The kicker is - this stainless steel box (which was embedded in the wall of the stall) also had a lock on it - so as to ensure no one would be able to lift all the used contents out of the box.

The whole time I wondered - Now, who would want to take that stuff?