Jeff took the day off so we could start thinking about Christmas. We went to the mall and quickly realized how much we really don’t like the mall, and then I almost bought myself a t-shirt that says, “Tis the season to be pregnant” but because Jeff wouldn’t buy the semi-matching “Jingle Bellies” shirt for himself (in his defense, the shirts were in a maternity store and clearly weren’t cut for men), I decided it was time to bail so we grabbed Thai food before heading home.
The rest of the evening will be spent watching the news from Ferguson. It’s less than 25 miles away, and the local news anchors may as well save their voices for now and simply play “Inferno” from Dante Symphony. (They are masters of switching the mood between “How can we heal?” and “The crap is about to be scared out of your pants.”) Food is being collected for the police officers as well as for the peaceful protesters. School closings are beginning to roll across the television screen. People are gathering and there is a lot of anger and a lot of fear. I will continue to hope for peace, justice, and change.
St. Louis is a great town. We will get through this. We will.