Can I just tell you that I am in severe danger of doing damage to the ice cream truck that idles in front of my house, trying to lure in young children? All the while playing that annoying little song. Ah, the edge of my nerves.
I have decided to give my headache a name........being tired of referring to it as 'my headache'. It has been more faithful than any lover, husband, child, parent. It has been my constant companion, as no other has ever been.
So it deserves a name.
I have decided on HH.
Since I am H.
Short for Hilary's headache/Hilary's hell/Hilary's honey/Hilary's hindrance.....well, we could go on.
But let's not.
I was wondering, though, how long one can have a serious 24/7 headache, before one starts eyeing bridges with longing.
So today, I stuck it out until 2 ish........and we wove a big rug on the Toika, getting that loom ready for an order.
It was an easy weave, since we picked the colors, without worrying about a particular person liking it.
Someone will love it, don't you think???
It's a happy rug. We need happy.
I managed to come home and take Roy for a walk, before I gave in.
God, I am stubborn.
I am thankful for that. Where would I be if I weren't???
Doing a lot of soul searching lately. Like DH said, when someone near you dies, your mortality becomes very real, not just a passing thought.
So I ask myself, again, does this path diminish, or enlarge, me???
I ask myself that every day.
I have also asked myself if blogging is something that is worthwhile, do I want to continue, or not? Sometimes I feel that I must be boring you all to tears, if you're out there at all. I guess HH makes me question just about everything.
I don't want what I write to be about anything other than what matters to ME. And I don't want to have to 'edit' it, just in case someone might read it and get all offended.
It's MY blog.
Is that selfish? Maybe.
Or maybe it's time to retire it.
I find myself thinking of that dock, on a wilderness pond. Silence, other than the sounds of birds, and the whisper of the breeze in the pines.
I'm not sure what is up with this longing I have for simplicity, but it doesn't seem to want to go away.
Maybe it's the change that's in the wind.
But I know in my heart, that there's serenity to be had. I know, because I have had it.
It just seems now to have disappeared, and it is just out of reach.