Not a good weekend here. My BIL had two little white dogs 2 years old, and one was hit by a car and died.
The thing that makes me angry is they chain them up outside, they live on a farm next to a busy highway, and 20 times Blu has chewed through Charlie's collar. Yet, they never built a little fenced-in area for them instead. He died Thursday and Friday they got a new puppy. I hope they build a fence soon. I'm sad, but also angry; but at this point we can't really bring up the fence.
Saturday, my knee hurt inexplicably and I thought I would bike anyway. It was one of those days where I really miss all my routes, going far or fast or up hills. I made it 4 slow, flat miles and turned around since the knee wasn't getting any better. Huge pain about 2 blocks from home, almost like my ITB seizes or cramps, or something in the knee. It's hard to tell because it'a a level 10 pain for 2 seconds and I scream and then it's over.
So I one-legged pedaled home and spent the rest of the day icing. So it hurts, but back on level 3-4 or so, but it's very upsetting because I just want to enjoy my life, dammit!
Last night, my sister called and said my cousin, who is about 40, committed suicide.
This will be the 3rd suicide in our family in the last 18 months. He is married and has a 12 year old son and no one even knew there was anything wrong. My Mom's sister had 5 girls and then adopted him when their youngest was 13. It all is horribly sad that anyone has to be in so much distress that they do this; and it's devastating in a way that a normal death is not. My brother and SIL will never recover from their son's death. My SIL has lost so much weight in the last year, you know she is too heartbroken to eat.
Then this morning on facebook, I see a coworker's son has died.
He was 25, just got engaged this week on a beach in Thailand, and fell 150-300 feet while climbing a 14er Saturday morning.