Back Safe and as Sound as can be Expected

I just got back from G'boro. The Amazon is back at school and after a few torential downpours, I'm home. I need a shower really bad, but it's going to have to wait at least an hour. So, I'm a bit filmy, maybe even a little crusty in places, so light a scented candle, spray a little Febreze and stay upwind.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I want to thank ya'll for all your encouraging words following this mornings post. Someday I'm going to cash in on all those offers of hugs, beers and poopie... keep that posse on standby.. I'm feeling a little froggy. The long drive East and back cleared my mind and helped me put things back in perspective. It's all good.

Moving on...

I was shocked this morning with the news of Steve Erwin's death. My thoughts and prayers go out to his wife, children and staff. I'm certain their hearts are shattered. I wasn't a huge fan of his show but I did watch it occasionally. I was especially touched by a show he did when his dog, who'd been featured by his side in so many of his presentations, passed. I seem to recall that he'd had to have him put down, but I'm not sure. I just know that I felt his pain and his compassion for animals while watching that and it's always stuck with me.

Now, having said that, I'm going to have to get a little pissy. Uh-huh, that's right, pissy.

After I got home this evening, I made my usual stops around the web, checking this and that. I have to find out if we went to war again or anything while I was on the road and being forced to listen to "Delilah" and John Tesh.

I was sickened by the comments of some people regarding the passing of Mr. Erwin. Saying things like, "He deserved it," "He was asking for it," "He was an idiot."

The man just died leaving two small children with a pain that will take years to, at the very least, soften to a bearable level. My God. I pray that I never reach the level of cold hearted, callous, unfeeling inhumanity that the people who made those comments have reached in their lives. Damn does it EVER suck to be you.

I mean, Jiminy farkin crickets! Sometimes I think some people's mama's didn't teach some people a damned thing. I don't believe in reincarnation, per se, but it seems like a reasonable concept to me that when some people reach the pearly gates, Our Maker might just knock them right back to earth on their behinds for a little life do-over.

Dang. I think I'm a little cranky. I think I'll go take that shower and put my feet up. I'm off tomorrow though, thank goodness.

Later Taters