Monday, August 08, 2005

Shuttle's safe return

Maybe it's because I have a friend who is slipping away that life seems to tenuous.

Whatever the reason, I find myself preoccupied with the shuttle Discovery and getting it back to earth safely. I mean, all those bitty pieces of fabric they're obsessing over have me worried. The fact that they scrubbed the scheduled landing yesterday is unnerving. The people in charge seem unnerved, despite their jaunty Discovery page at NASA's web site. That's REALLY unnerving. The NY Times printed an article yesterday on why some parents, instead of preparing to watch the landing with their kids are shielding their kids from watching. As NYT said, "a generation of Americans that has lived through two shuttle disasters is growing edgy."

I titled this thread the way I did because I feel like keeping fingers crossed, tossing salt over my shoulder, whatever will help. Am I obsessing here, or displacing? Displacing, I think. It's hard to wake up every day and wonder if.

As a rocket kid, I can't help but think about my friend and those astronauts up there, until we know one way or the other. These are the moments when faith definitely helps. In anything.