Thursday, September 03, 2009


Generally, complaints about the unfairness of the world do not move me. If it is some particular unfairness, caused and correctable by human beings, sure –– social justice seems a reasonable human goal to aim for. However, broader indictments of the cosmos about how "It's all so unfair!" seem better resolved with backbone and a stiff upper lip (if you're reduced to it) and perhaps a stiff drink (if you can manage it... not for Mormons, sorry –– and no one is more sympathetic on that point than myself!).

This morning, then, I find (again) that I am a dreadful hypocrite: Yesterday I was up at 3:00 AM and got horizontal again, exhausted, at 1:00 AM. I just awoke spontaneously at 5:00 AM, forty minutes ago, and the sandman is long gone, (I'll have a brick in a stocking waiting for the next time he stops by!), and though I am tempted to say, "It's all so unfair!"... well, my mother doesn't live here, so I will restrict my comments to the only thing that seems appropriate: "Damn."

(And now I'm off to go jury-rig a still in the bathtub!)


(The following is intended for those who have a stomach for earnestness and sincerity. To all others, my apologies.)

Of course, my little complaint is nothing in comparison to that of my sister and her family. I am not big enough to deal with those challenges; I think none of us are. Perhaps I am up early because the Lord knows I'll need some more "knee time" this morning. If you're up, feel free to join me.

1 comment:

Kalena and Justin said...

Nick dear you always make me smile and your lucky your mom doesnt live there. But I will join you in the knee time for all of your family, Your sister is amazing and always has been. I think we all have to have its not fair momnets it reminds us why we havent been translated yet. :-}