monday marked our third car accident in the carpool, and the second in a matter of two short weeks. amanda stopped when there was a yellow light, even though there was plenty of time. the last time she took the risk she smashed up her car. this time, a few seconds after the stop, we felt a hard bump from behind. i turned to see the fat yellow nose of a school bus. the driver said her brakes didn't work. amanda and i decided there was nothing either of us could do anymore to avoid being hit. it's a part of living in a bloated city with very clogged arteries.

not long ago, a friend from work got an unexpected text from her live-in boyfriend. it said "i'm moving out." anne, by the way, is a great communicator. she says what needs to be said before anyone else has the guts to at our team meetings. i don't think she's capable of keeping any important pieces of information a secret, or, worse yet, relaying these pieces via the cold, insensitive world of text messaging. i thought, how does such a supreme communicator get slighted in such a way? what did she do wrong? it's like walking down the street and getting punched in the face without warning.

i don't know where i was going with this. i really have nothing poetic to say in respect to these instances. just that life isn't fair, but i hope that something happens for anne and for amanda. even if it's ten chapters away in the stories of their lives. something that makes it all okay. but sometimes i think that maybe this is something we say as human beings to keep us from getting depressed about things we can't control.