Reader I have excellent news. Something good is happening
Really, I heard it on the wind last night. Around 2:55am. All the tension that has been slowly melting away the last month, well it came back and swelled into my chest until there was very little room left to breathe. An uncomfortable tight feeling, I assure you. Then, it broke, it blossomed and the air rushed back into my lungs.
‘Something good is happening’ the wind touched my face with her cool hair. Oh I am so happy to see it; even though I can’t tell you where it is coming from. I haven’t the faintest idea of the form it will take but I must celebrate the news.
I turned to share the good report with my tossing best friend. I ran my fingers over his shoulder to sooth his tossing and watched him drift back to sleep. My eyes became leaded and I fell into a deep sleep too.
I woke up to birds outside. I studied my flowers punching up from the mulch and soil, their slender firm arms reaching up to the watery sunlight. Something good is happening. I smiled and laughed to myself. My snarled dreaded morning meeting held no dread for me. I was impervious to their glares and snippet comments. I was calm and safe with my knowledge, there is change in the air. This white knuckled ride through a series of busy bored nothings is coming to an end. The delight of my best friend’s friendship, the summer air and the adventure shaping before me take first place.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Clutch
Katie and I had a little adventure today. While waiting at a stop light I shifted the car into neutral and lifted my left foot off the clutch.
However…The clutch did not follow my foot but stayed stuck solidly to the floor. The light now, of course, turned green. Drat…
“Um….” I hit my flashers on and waved at the honking F150 truck to go around me.
After awkwardly stamping my foot up and down on the stubbornly glued to the floor clutch, it Popped up and loose. We lurched forward and then Katie staled. I carefully started the thing, and coasted her quietly into the parking lot to study the silent dash board.
“That was different.” I advised the car. I was not granted a reply.
There is a new work around for this newest quirk. Just in case you ever need to drive Katie I will share it with you. Don’t engage the clutch completely. Gently press the thing down so that shifting the gears remains easy but there isn’t any need to press it all the way down. Not unless you would like a good laugh and to make someone honk.
However…The clutch did not follow my foot but stayed stuck solidly to the floor. The light now, of course, turned green. Drat…
“Um….” I hit my flashers on and waved at the honking F150 truck to go around me.
After awkwardly stamping my foot up and down on the stubbornly glued to the floor clutch, it Popped up and loose. We lurched forward and then Katie staled. I carefully started the thing, and coasted her quietly into the parking lot to study the silent dash board.
“That was different.” I advised the car. I was not granted a reply.
There is a new work around for this newest quirk. Just in case you ever need to drive Katie I will share it with you. Don’t engage the clutch completely. Gently press the thing down so that shifting the gears remains easy but there isn’t any need to press it all the way down. Not unless you would like a good laugh and to make someone honk.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Epiphany
An Epiphany occurred to me last night… Lying in bed I was racking my brain for a baby sitter for my Cat…when the name of a friend floated into my head and took a seat in the front row.
Although I fell asleep relatively quickly the name called out to me the moment I woke up. I called this friend, this last person I would have ever thought to call and they were delighted to have been thought of.
This little puzzle piece reminded me that I always know the answer to my questions or desires. You may ask; if I know the answers, why do I rant my questions to the stars, unfortunate loved ones in hearing range and the dog?
Well duh…sometimes I don’t want that particular answer. I want there to be a different answer.
In order to block out the undesired and unwelcome solution I throw additional 'what ifs' and 'how comes' into a blender I keep handy in my head and turn it to the highest setting. The unsolicited answer may attempt to shout over the deafening whirling but I just keep my finger pressed down until the mix is completely pulverized.
The result is a successful mess of bewilderment. Deciphering what the containments originally were must be left to experts as the common person, such as myself, could not tell you.
Anyway the epiphany was simply an answer that came by to remind me that I do too know the answer. Would I like to listen?
I took a message.
Although I fell asleep relatively quickly the name called out to me the moment I woke up. I called this friend, this last person I would have ever thought to call and they were delighted to have been thought of.
This little puzzle piece reminded me that I always know the answer to my questions or desires. You may ask; if I know the answers, why do I rant my questions to the stars, unfortunate loved ones in hearing range and the dog?
Well duh…sometimes I don’t want that particular answer. I want there to be a different answer.
In order to block out the undesired and unwelcome solution I throw additional 'what ifs' and 'how comes' into a blender I keep handy in my head and turn it to the highest setting. The unsolicited answer may attempt to shout over the deafening whirling but I just keep my finger pressed down until the mix is completely pulverized.
The result is a successful mess of bewilderment. Deciphering what the containments originally were must be left to experts as the common person, such as myself, could not tell you.
Anyway the epiphany was simply an answer that came by to remind me that I do too know the answer. Would I like to listen?
I took a message.
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