There are many...MANY things that run through my brain during the day...
"Is my DVR in some cosmic universe where they are showing new episodes of Dirty Sexy Money? I thought they canceled it...am I the only one watching new episodes? Will this happen with Lipstick Jungle as well? If so...I'm going to marry my DVR..."
"Why did the mother at my play date keep talking about moving closer to a ski hill, when she hasn't skied in over 10 years? Why is skiing so important to a non skier?"
"I have a GREAT idea that involves approaching a real company (BIG) how can I get more followers so I look like a big gun??? Do I have to appear to be a big gun to be taken seriously?"
"What color scheme should I use for the blog I'm designing with The Golden Gate Bridge? Should I run the header all the way across? Do I do that too much???"
Not exactly deep thoughts...ya know:P It's my life...that's what bounces around in my head...until lately...
About a week ago, I was pushing the kiddos in the stroller (I swear if I renamed my blog, I'd call it Stroller Tales) As I walked along, I noticed an enormous deep red stain on the sidewalk. It startled me. I walked along slowly looking down, the red stain was followed by drops, and bare footsteps walking away...To me, it looked as if someone had the sh*t kicked out of them. I knew it was blood...but I kept thinking "this has to be some kind of prank...someone must have done this with red paint to make it look like an attack...this kind of thing doesn't happen in my neighborhood..."
The bloody footprints kept leading us down the path we were going...so did the droplets. I have heard about people being attacked for their shoes...but that couldn't be why I was now seeing bloody footprints walking away from the scene of a heinous aggression. Not in my neighborhood...
Flash forward to last night...
The news reported a series of attacks, frighteningly close to us. Men had been approached in the early morning hours from behind, brutally beaten, then robbed. In all cases the beatings continued after the robbery. I know the bloody footsteps I encountered were from an attack that wasn't, for whatever reason, reported. The scene that played out under our stroller was exactly what the newsman reported.
I am not naive. I know that living in a major metropolitan area comes with crime. That said, when the crime happens in your front yard, it makes you want to run...
Wanting to run, for me, involves moving to Vail. When Husband's company failed, and we had to sell our house, there was a HUGE part of me that wanted to pack it in and move to Vail. It's my happy place.
Right now...my city is sick (quite frankly, the whole darn country is sick). The Mayor is so obsessed with his Olympic dream that he refuses to spend money to fix the problems of the present...opting instead to save all the money on dreams of Olympic rings.
For the here and now, that means the highest sales tax in the nation, a jobless rate higher than the national average, and unfortunately escalating gang violence and crime.
If I were the uber blog designer to the stars (making enough money to support our family) I'd move to Vail in a heartbeat. I think if Husband could do his job from the mountains...he'd probably move in a heartbeat as well. The fact of the matter is...that ain't reality:P
I'm not throwing a pity party here. I know, I have it easy. I am in one of the safer areas. When crime breaks out in this neighborhood, the police take it very seriously. I know these perpetrators will be caught.
It's just for the short term...there is a piece of me that is scared, and I hate that feeling:( I love this city...I just wish I knew how to fix it...or at least had the confidence that the folks in charge, were doing what is necessary to fix it.