Like a sheep straddled and sheared
I lost balance trying to be too many people. Now, I feel a bit like this ewe.
I felt bad for her at the time-- it was February and cold-- but she seemed to know it meant spring was coming. Just shear me already! I'm trying to handle things with as much grace.
Matthew & Carter are both back in school as of last week, and I am not. (Deep breath.) In fall, that was fine, enjoyable, even. I could walk around, and I was meeting new people, and things were happening. Now, it’s snowy AND rainy. There are puddles and ice and snowbanks and no people. I need a project. Something to do with a deadline.
A few nights ago, I dreamt that Matthew & I were in San Francisco (I’ve never been), and we walked beneath an arch of vines with huge clusters of cartoon-purple grapes dangling above us. When I pointed them out to Matthew, he told me I could eat them. Then, as we continued walking and eating our grapes, we happened upon a whole street of pear trees with equally-upsettingly-gorgeous pears. We ate those, too.
Being one person is so much easier with sunshine. I would rather.