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There is a news story going on currently here where I live (within about 15 miles of my home) that some, or most, of you may have heard of. A man by the name of Bobby Cutts has been arrested for making dead two people. One of those people is a woman named Jessie Davis. The other is his and Jessie’s unborn daughter, the baby Jessie was due to deliver any day and planned to name Chloe. Mr. Cutts either physically lead police to or told them where to find Jessie’s grave. Many reports at this point are unconfirmed and not completely clear. But he’s looking very, very guilty. There are even some reports that he has confessed to making these two people dead.
Mr. Cutts is a local police officer. He is supposed to be protecting the people of the community he serves from bad guys. But come to find out, he is a bad guy. A really, really bad guy. There was no one to protect Jessie from him. And there was no one to protect her unborn baby girl. The poor baby never had a chance to… well, just never had a chance at all.
What kind of sick man could have so little regard for human life? What kind of man could cause the deaths of both this woman he presumably once cared about and his unborn daughter? Then after doing that he stood by silently while thousands of family, friends, and strangers searched for Jessie for nine days. This man held a job where he was responsible for protecting us from people like him. That scares me. It’s scary that human life could hold so little value to him. How in his twisted sick mind did he ever think that what he did was acceptable? I simply can’t fathom that. And I’m not sure I want to.
My heart goes out to Jessie’s family. I can’t imagine the grief her mother and sisters must be feeling right now. My thoughts are with Jessie’s friends and loved ones. But most of all my prayers are with her sad and confused two year old son who misses the mother he will now be without for the rest of his life.
Doesn’t every woman have that one pair of jeans or pants in her closet or dresser that make her feel good about being able to fit into? The pair that actually snap and zip instead of having an elastic waistband? Well, I have that pair of jeans hanging in my closet. And haven’t been able to wear them in months. I don’t even know how many months. But I do know when I tried them on two weeks ago I still couldn’t quite get them buttoned, let alone zipped. But this evening as I was getting dressed for work I pulled them out of the closet just to check. And I was very, very pleasantly surprised to find I can both snap and zip them! This is a good evening, indeed.
I found an interesting benefit to being a nurse about a month ago. I was at work and about ready to end my shift that morning. I was planning on calling my doctor’s office later that afternoon to discuss the results of a radiology test he’d ordered for me. I had seen the results myself but needed to call him to discuss the next best step regarding those results. But he happened to show up on the floor where I was working to see a patient of his, doing his rounds before office hours. So as he was sitting at the desk perusing this patient’s chart, I asked if I could speak with him for a moment when he was finished. He looked up and saw who it was and said “Oh, hey Brooke. Sure, sit down, I have time.”
So we talked. He pulled up the radiology test results in the computer and we went over them together and discussed some options and agreed on his final recommendation. The talk took less than 10 minutes and saved me a phone call to his office and the time to wait for a return call and he said it saved him the time of getting the message and returning my call so he was pleased, as well. I also didn’t have to go to his office to see the test results or discuss them. It saved both of us a phone call and time and money, so it really did work out well.
This is one of the wild rabbits that lives along the walking trail I walk on regularly. He was nice enough to pose for me for just a minute.
Anyway, on to the real reason for this post. I’ve often said I am very much my mother’s daughter and yesterday I got just another example of how true that is. Demon cat has a bad habit of chewing through cords and wires. He’d chewed through my cell phone charger, so yesterday while I was out running errands I bought a new cell phone charger. Not 15 minutes after I had taken it out of the packaging and plugged the phone into it, I looked over and saw that Demon cat had already chewed through it! Being my mother’s daughter, and having her independent streak and resourcefulness, I immediately went to repairing it. I spliced the wires together, wrapped them with electrical tape, and then wrapped the whole cord with some heavy black plastic tubing he can’t chew through. I was just annoyed that he’d ruined it so quickly and didn’t want to throw it away when I had just bought it that day. Oh, and as an aside, I should say I am also my father’s daughter since he’s the one who taught me to use the tools in his shop. Thanks mom, and dad, too.
One of the things I really liked about the apartment building I live in when I first moved here was the walking trail along the perimeter of the property. It’s slightly wooded and very natural. With the coming of lovely spring weather, I’ve been walking on this path regularly for about the past month or so. And every day there seems to be some new type of animal to see. The very first day I walked the trail I saw two of the darling wild rabbits that live there. Then a few days later I almost tripped over a dead mouse laying in the middle of the trail. About a week after that I almost tripped over a dead snake about 2 feet long. And yes, it really was a snake… not a stick. Then yesterday I saw a really cute baby rabbit hopping awkwardly along the side of the walking trail. He was maybe about half as big as the adults I’ve seen, so I have no idea just how old he is. But he’s young enough that his hopping is still pretyt awkward. And adorable! Now I can’t wait to see what shows up on the trail next!
