All I have to do is talk to the locals. We are all doing it. Its called doing meltdowns, trembling, and sitting alot doing as little as possibles.
No, I have nothing to complain about. well, I do, but it isn't going to change the course of my life, or anything like that!
Mostly I am one of the very blest. We have a warm. comfortable place. We have a lovely house going up on the hill. My kids are alive and well and doing their own lives and being productive.
So why is it sometimes during the day, I just crawl back in bed and pull the covers over my head and lay just as very still as I can. I can do that much longer than I used to be able to. And don't I just despise slugs!!
Its helps a lot that we are having some sunshine. That the Willow branches are turning golden, that my tulip bulbs along our drive are growing like nothing every happened. We have even had tulips come up where the aspen trees burned and their roots have been prised out and the tractor has moved dirt around and rearrange the topography of our lot. Thats a good word. Topography! Don't know what some words appeal. But those tulips, they just somehow endured and managed to land near where they were, put down roots and grow. And hopefully they will flower too. I would like to do that too.
Some people say, you are going to be better off than you were. A brand new house that you designed and built, something you could never have done with out the fire!! Too true--- if it even matters. Sticks and Stones may hurt my bones but truthful words do not hurt me. Neither do they make it all better.
I am "thinking" about working a little in the garden. I am thinking. But I am not doing much. My husband has done until he is about done in. He is driven. I am hiding under the covers. I do despise slugs. They have no back bone.
This too will pass. I hope. I would like to respect myself again.
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