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 |   Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| I guess I am getting lazy. Used to be, I woke up every day at 5:00 am. Had to get the kids off to school. But now that they've moved on from school years and into adulthood, they don't need a human alarm clock. Without something as pressing as a bus schedule to provide the proper incentive to rise early, I have been slowly adding to my morning snoozes, a little at a time, year by year. I stayed in bed until 7:00 this morning. Laziness! In addition to getting my coffee later and later every day, I am managing to get out of bed just in time for people to start calling me on the phone or dropping by to visit me. It began with a phone call from my brother, followed up quickly by a phone call from my sister. Some of the things she was telling me made me concerned for her health, so I called my brother back. My sister decided to come to my house to visit and arrived shortly thereafter, during which time my brother called me again. My sister's visits are exhausting because she is hard of hearing and sustaining the right volume, pitch and enunciation to communicate with her burns about the same number of calories as a 30 minute Jazzercize class. There were some issues she needed my help with, and even though she arrived while I was still in my nightgown, I did my best to deal with these issues which ranged from health, to faulty technology and her bank statement. By the time she left, it was half past lunch. I didn't get lunch, though, because it was time for another phone call from my brother. It's exhausting to explain our sister's visits and issues. It was really more harrowing than I can relate here as I don't want to be insulting about family members who probably consider me to be just as impossible as I consider them to be. That's what family is - a group of impossible people who care enough about each other to put up with each other despite how impossible they all are. Suffice it to say my day involved two visits from my sister and six phone calls from my brother and that the part of the day where I roam about WDC and decide what to write and where did not start until well after 4:00 PM. Then I decided to write weekly goals. Now, I think I need to add one more. I need to make getting up at 4:00 AM a goal. At least I would get in a couple of hours of quality time with my coffee before the phone starts ringing. |
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