Successful day, and yet...
Apr. 6th, 2023 10:30 pmI started out the day with outreach at the Greek American school, with Samantha S. It went very well, I had little to do but give a brief talk about the branch programs. I also gave out library card applications but only two kids needed them.
Got back to the branch around 12:30, and processed the applications and did a little bit of stuff before lunch at 1, when I went out and got chicken Marsala pizza, my favorite.
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mashfanficchick and got her permission to use her login for Hulu, so that's great. Everything seems to be going well up there too.
At 3:30 I had the virtual haiku writing program. Nine people had signed up (One this morning before the registration closed) but only three came, which was disappointing but probably for the best. Three were quite easy to handle and there was enough time for everyone to write several haiku.
Came home, called Oldest Brother for the second time, and Skyped the FWiB. After that I called Middle Brother, He went out to Sunken Meadow today, and he got his Easter basket that I sent. Then I had dinner and called Oldest Brother again, and the Kid.
So all that was very successful. Now the "and yet" part.
I don't think I've ever posted about this before, but back in 1999 my oldest cousin, Barbara, (the sister of the cousins Betsy, John, and Laurie that I mention occasionally) and her daughter Caroline were murdered by her husband. It was one of those family annihilation things. His business failed, he couldn't deal with the shame of it, so he killed his wife and daughter and was going to kill himself but chickened out. Aunt Helen being very anti-capital punishment, he was allowed to plead guilty in exchange for life without chance of parole, thereby avoiding a trial and the death penalty.
Well today Laurie texted me that she had heard from the authorities that he died yesterday in prison. And I'm not sure what I feel or how to react. Not what I expected to feel. Sort of numb. After so many years of always knowing in the back of my mind that he was out there, still alive, just... existing in a Georgia maximum security prison, now to think he's gone. I was so very, very angry for so long, and then little by little the anger cooled to something colder. I just don't know what I feel.
So I don't want to belabor the issue. I'll think on it, and eventually process it. But for now, I just want to say at long last, Anthony Zino is dead.
Gratitude List:
1. The FWiB who asked me how I was and listened to me.
2. Samantha S.
3. Poetry program worked out well.
4. The rain held off.
5. The Kid.
6. Payday tomorrow.
Got back to the branch around 12:30, and processed the applications and did a little bit of stuff before lunch at 1, when I went out and got chicken Marsala pizza, my favorite.
Texted
mashfanficchick and got her permission to use her login for Hulu, so that's great. Everything seems to be going well up there too.At 3:30 I had the virtual haiku writing program. Nine people had signed up (One this morning before the registration closed) but only three came, which was disappointing but probably for the best. Three were quite easy to handle and there was enough time for everyone to write several haiku.
Came home, called Oldest Brother for the second time, and Skyped the FWiB. After that I called Middle Brother, He went out to Sunken Meadow today, and he got his Easter basket that I sent. Then I had dinner and called Oldest Brother again, and the Kid.
So all that was very successful. Now the "and yet" part.
I don't think I've ever posted about this before, but back in 1999 my oldest cousin, Barbara, (the sister of the cousins Betsy, John, and Laurie that I mention occasionally) and her daughter Caroline were murdered by her husband. It was one of those family annihilation things. His business failed, he couldn't deal with the shame of it, so he killed his wife and daughter and was going to kill himself but chickened out. Aunt Helen being very anti-capital punishment, he was allowed to plead guilty in exchange for life without chance of parole, thereby avoiding a trial and the death penalty.
Well today Laurie texted me that she had heard from the authorities that he died yesterday in prison. And I'm not sure what I feel or how to react. Not what I expected to feel. Sort of numb. After so many years of always knowing in the back of my mind that he was out there, still alive, just... existing in a Georgia maximum security prison, now to think he's gone. I was so very, very angry for so long, and then little by little the anger cooled to something colder. I just don't know what I feel.
So I don't want to belabor the issue. I'll think on it, and eventually process it. But for now, I just want to say at long last, Anthony Zino is dead.
Gratitude List:
1. The FWiB who asked me how I was and listened to me.
2. Samantha S.
3. Poetry program worked out well.
4. The rain held off.
5. The Kid.
6. Payday tomorrow.
