The recent events in Newtown are crushingly sad. So sad that I didn’t think about Caterpickles after I heard about it, and you will have seen a couple of posts go up that I had already scheduled before I heard the news.
But now I am going to take a few days to be quiet and thoughtful and reflective and thankful to be at home with The Five-Year-Old. Caterpickles will be silent during this time.
It’s woefully inadequate, but it is what it is. It turns out that I need a place that isn’t the incessantly amplified echo chamber of Facebook, Twitter, online blogs, and 24-hour news. That’s what Caterpickles will be when we are back.
It’s not that Newtown isn’t important. It’s not that our country shouldn’t change because of this. It’s because I need Caterpickles to be that kind of a place.
But for now, the funerals have begun and I cannot bear to laugh.