Mamagotcha's journal

Cordell and I were about a quarter mile away from the gunman who shot up a mall (we drove up about ten minutes after the cops shot him), but when we saw the flares and ambulances, decided that today maybe wasn't a good day for shopping.

Some friends and I are going there tomorrow to light some candles and buy something from the stores there to show them we're not afraid to come back.

Julia got a death threat at school on Friday, too (a real one, in class, in front of witnesses... the guy got away before cops arrived, but they'll be there on Monday in case he comes back). I'm proud of her... she's not scared, just puzzled and curious about what's going on with this dude.

I'm not exactly... scared... but I find it sad that this stuff is happening so close to us, and I wish there was something else I could do to help disarm the angry nuts out there. It's one thing to have someone yell and threaten you, it's another for that guy to have access to firearms.

I also called an old midwife friend yesterday, and found that she's had six fetal demises in the last six months. Not miscarriages, they were all after 24 weeks... in fact, the 24-weeker was the one that survived the birth and lived for a few hours. The rest didn't. They're all explainable, and it's just really a freaky coincidence, but it's hit her hard and I could hear her pain so clearly...

I think I'm gonna plant my garden tomorrow, too. And maybe look for something to wear to Funk's inaugural ball. And call Alexandra's House and volunteer my doula services. And go to Target and buy a wading pool, and a cup of coffee from a Starbucks with the windows shot out.