Things to worry about, or not

My mom called this morning, to tell me that she saw a nice wig. "It looks just like real hair, and pretty easy to take care of too. My friends all wear wigs." "Well, that's nice, if you have time to fool around with it." Not sure what friends she's talking about, cause the ones I saw definitely didn't wear wigs, unless they are very bad ones. "Oh no, not for me. I was thinking you can use it ... you know, to cover your gray hair. Don't have to use chemicals and all that ...." My gray hair is fine, thank you. SonShapes got back to me on the size 10 needle that they cannot produce, after I hand delivered it to their house on Sunday: "Order number 070305-00136 made on 2/24/2007 has been cancelled per your request. Since you paid using Credit Card, we have credited the entire amount of the sale which is detailed below: Type: Custom Order Subtotal: $25.85 Sales Tax: $2.13 S&H: " $7.95 shipping on two wooden sticks and a plastic wire. I didn't see silver ribbon on the envelop, the mailman must be paid really well. But I'm not going to sweat the small stuff. I'm deeply disturbed by the Virginia Tech shooting. I'm a mother. I send my son to strangers every day, not hear from him or his care giver most of the time till the end of the day. Even more so as he gets older. One day he will travel with other kids to places I've never been to. A short ten years from now he will live in a college dorm, maybe far away from home. Like every mother I want so much to protect my child, and like every sane person I know there is very little I can do other than keeping him in a bubble, then I'd worry that he might suffocate. I was all ready to sign up Henry for Summer Camp, but now I'm worrying. It's a religous institution that had been attacked in other parts of the country. It also has brand new facilities, incredible teaching staff, and very close to home. The camp director knows Henry from last year, and Henry loves the place. Decisions decisions decisions.