One of our priests used to say “folks” all the time in his Masses. I kind of heard it, but never really let it bother me. Then one day someone told me that their family used to count the number of times he would say it in an hour. After that I had a seriously hard time NOT hearing and counting the “folks.”
I just learned this morning that this same priest has been diagnosed with colon cancer.
Devastating. He’s a great man. Top notch. And cancer sucks.
And that story is about how everything’s been going in my life lately.
What’s been happening? Nothing.
Fun stuff, like that story up there, with sadness and sometimes overwhelming feelings of responsibility mixed in.
Middle age, I suppose.
Though when I crossed the threshold into BEING middle aged, I’m not so sure.
4 friends have lost a parent since April. Two acquaintances have lost an adult child in the past week. People MY AGE are fighting cancer. A 10 year old in our community has cancer.
Everywhere I turn, it seems people are being faced with mountainous hurdles or tragic loss.
And then I sit in the Kumon waiting room listening to two women discussing LOUDLY AND AT GREAT AND MIND NUMBINGLY PAINFUL LENGTH the challenges they’ve been having with the same contractor they’re using.
“I mean, seriously, how could he THINK I could want that tile? ”
“Well, the work itself is top notch, that’s the only reason I’m putting up with his total lack in taste.”
“I don’t know when he’s going to finish, but it better be soon, or we’re going to have a reckoning.”
I want to scream “SHUT THE FUCK UP! People are dying. People in this room with you have just lost a loved one and you’re bitching about tile?”
Truly, it takes my favorite phrase “first world problems” to a whole new level. I don’t give a SHIT if your husband is constantly working and poor little you have to make all of the decisions. Welcome to the club lady. Get a backbone and quit yer bitchin’!
Anyhoo, that’s my world right now. In life, sometimes you’re the dog shaking the the shit out of the toy and sometimes you’re the dog being swung around by the tail.
Summer vacation starts next week. My girls need it so badly. I need it so badly. I need to be with them so badly. I’m just praying their current level of bickering is more “end of year stress” and less of “this is what summer’s going to look like.”
Because if it’s the latter, I may be finished with summer before it even starts.