This is the picture of the Blue Star Banner (in the window) I talked about yesterday. The blue star denotes a family member serving in a war. It is a custom that was started in World War I. It is not so widely in use now, but I find something very pleasing about it. I think it honors my son.
I need to get out of here and get a 12 mile bike ride in - and still get to work at least somewhat on time. I am feeling uninspired today. I turned off the AC in the middle of the night because I find something disconcerting about waking up in a still quiet house. So I opened the windows and listened to the crickets until I fell back to sleep - which took hours. Then the 19 year old kid next door came home minutes later, at 3:23 - pulled up at the end of my driveway, which isn't far from my bedroom window - with rap music blasting and sat in the car for probably 5 minutes listening to the music. I stood at my bedroom window and unfortunately I didn't handle my anger as I would have liked. I used the tool which always seems to be the easiest to find, but is least effective - sarcasm. "Thanks for waking me up AGAIN." I really wish I hadn't done that.
"Finally, we begin to see that all people, including ourselves, are to some extent emotionally ill as well as frequently wrong, and then we approach true tolerance and see what real love for our fellows actually means. It will become more and more evident as we go forward that it is pointless to become angry, or to get hurt by people who, like us, are suffering from the pains of growing up." -- Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, p. 92