"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness." -- Carl Jung

Today we went to a memorial for our friend’s severely handicapped daughter who died suddenly this month. She was twenty two and lived in a group home because her mother has some bad health problems and is no longer physically able to take care of her. But no family could have loved this little girl more. Her dad usually tries to keep his emotions in check (both parents seem to do that) but he choked up when he told us he had just bought the girl some things to take to her on Thanksgiving. Our friends are wonderful people. All three of their daughters were adopted and they’ve had so many problems. It just doesn’t seem fair that one family should suffer so many trials. But of course, life isn’t fair. They also donated their daughter’s organs.

After the memorial Jack and I went down to the Library Services. Today was the last day for the five dollar a bag sale. It was extremely crowded and walking in we didn’t expect to find much. But each of us filled a bag pretty quickly. I wanted some lighter more humorous novels and I found three by authors I like and have enjoyed before. About half my bag was full of videotapes, too. I didn’t see any DVDs but they still had some pretty good VHS movies. That’s one place I will go and tolerate a crowd, at least for a while. Although when we walked out Jack said, “ I sure hope nobody in there had the H1N1.”

And since were already out and about we treated ourselves to the India Garden in Broad Ripple. It has probably been a year since we’ve been there. We used to go regularly, at least once a month, but it started not tasting quite as good. It was really good today though. There must be a lot of tryptophan in that food, though, because every time we go there both of us need to take a nap. I haven’t been sleeping much so it worked out well.