That's the odd part.
What's odd? Well, we live in North Minneapolis. Yeah, where there was a tornado on May 22nd. We lost a tree and will have a new roof and some trim replaced. We didn't have any damage so bad that we can't live in our home, and we can see the oddity of no damage at all across the street.
Many folks - family and friends near and far - have checked in and offered to help with clean-up, not that we needed much help.
What's odd to me is that people who have been very, very near and dear to me have not said a word. No call, no e-mail, nothing. Only a few, but conspicuous in their absence.
It makes me feel... devalued. Sometimes I'm angry, sometimes I'm hurt. Sometimes I give them credit for just trying not to get in the way, but --
Well. I'd better quit moping and get back to work.
Many folks - family and friends near and far - have checked in and offered to help with clean-up, not that we needed much help.
What's odd to me is that people who have been very, very near and dear to me have not said a word. No call, no e-mail, nothing. Only a few, but conspicuous in their absence.
It makes me feel... devalued. Sometimes I'm angry, sometimes I'm hurt. Sometimes I give them credit for just trying not to get in the way, but --
Well. I'd better quit moping and get back to work.