I’ve been a little melancholy lately. There have been so many Facebook statuses about homes completely destroyed by Hurricane Sandy, while it seems to be business as usual on the national news. Massive parts of my hometown on Long Island are lying in ruin, the beaches where I built my first sandcastles are destroyed, and friends are struggling after returning to homes deemed unlivable. Neighborhoods in Brooklyn where I spent oodles of time with Lotte during her first 4 years of life have been reduced to vacant storefronts and piles of rubbish while people are desperately trying to survive with no power through the cold November winds.
Gabbing on Twitter about Parenthood and blogging about My Little Pony seems dumb. I’m sad. I feel frustrated with everything and everyone, and until I’m better able to harness my scrambled mind, here are some pretty pictures. We went to Vermont. There was nature. It was dreamy.
There was certainly one shimmering moment of hope to be had last week.