I’m like a sponge. No, I am a sponge. I think I’m absorbing the feelings of everyone around me. I’m up, and I’m down. I’m down, and I’m up. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but tonight, I’m gonna have to go hunting. For me. And writing is part of that, so you get to go along with me!
You see, I’ve lost my smile. Just today, I noticed it was gone. And for no obvious reason. Oh, lots of peripheral things are going on...
ThatManILove is reviewing his business books and though he knew it already, he’s seeing exactly how we dumped way too much into a project that just sucked up dinero like a vaccuum with no return. So, he’s plowing through the black and white of it all. I’m encouraging him, and...loss carry forward on your taxes is a good thing, right?!
One of my best friends is wending her way this week through the halls of M.D. Anderson, trying to find out answers to the pre-diagnosis of a brain tumor. I wish I could be with she and her husband right now, to help, and to just be there.
Two weeks ago tonight, four of Younger Son’s friends and fellow ensemble musicians suffered a horrible auto accident - one is dead, one lost her arm (and she’s a mandolin player), one’s in a coma, and one suffered many broken bones, but is healing. Younger Son was supposed to be with them...but was tired, and opted out of the late movie date. We’re so very thankful Younger Son’s alive and intact. Watching him deal with the grief, the heart issues and the mental part of the accident aftermath is one of the hardest things we’ve ever done. Watershed moments in a young man’s life...
Thanks for listening....
I’m gonna get quiet now, and get back to myself. Yeah, I am. Y'all better be ready.
But for now...Peace. Be still.
