We’re still here.
Just wanted to let you know, since I haven’t posted in a few days.
So yeah–no apocalyptic disasters, no doomsday scenarios, no flying off to heaven yesterday. No mythic figures in flowing white robes, unless you count my stepfather coming out of the shower.
We did allow the kids three whole turns on the carousel at Bear Mountain. Which, I suppose when you’re five, is some version of heaven.
I keep thinking about the creative brief for the Rapture ad campaign, ever since Stephanie Smirnov wondered what it would look like.
Ad humor. /Rimshot.
I spent weeks making fun of these people, but I have to admit, today I feel kind of sad for them. This morning, I got to wake up to a big bush of fuschia azaleas in perfect bloom out the window at my mother’s house, and marvel at the beauty of the world. I get to sneak a bit of the perfect French almond croissant Nate brought me from the city. I get sit in the audience with my family and hold back the tears as Thalia’s flits on stage at her very first ballet recital. Surely there will be ice cream to follow.
A whole group of other people woke up thinking, none of that is enough.