I hate to waste a good title on a bunch of people who don't get it, so if you do, give me a little shout. So the other day I was listening to NPR and I have to admit feeling mildly confused. The guest was some phsychologist-type person, and as I tuned in, he was describing a lady who sometimes has a hard time enjoying a scenic drive because it calls to mind the transcience of life. I'm listening, thinking the lady sounds reasonable and I feel for her, when the good doctor starts lambasting her emotions with labels like "death anxiety" and, my personal favorite, "death terror".
Raelynnie--
First of all, the woman's concerns seemed pretty mild, I thought; and second, what kind of idiot doesn't have some death anxiety? I'm sensitive about this, because I recognize I have a smidge of crazy going for me in this category. And I can recognize that a thing like "death terror" has potential to immobilize a person and render life less meaningful. But I also think it can give you a push in the opposite direction, can give you a better appreciation for life. Because the fact is, you die. You can close your eyes, but it doesn't magically delete what sits in front of you. People who think they are invincible need the shrink, right? Right? Because there was a whole segment on NPR about this guy's book. But that's crazy. Another photo:
And speaking of people who think they are invincible, Mike's brother Paul cut off half of his left index finger. Had to retrieve it from the saw. They sewed it back on, and we all hope it will be ok. And the week before, Mike's brother Todd had a similar saw accident and almost lost an eye. Again, he was lucky and there will likely be no permanent damage. So I'm wanting to tell all my family to be careful and not do anything stupid. I mean, people, there are safety procedures to be followed! Follow them. Goggles and guards, got it?
And now, another picture. Did that help, Tiffany?
