Wednesday, October 13, 2010

sometimes it's like chewing fog

did you know that, no matter what is happening within your life,what drama is percolating in the background. Even to death, still life carries on as the waves lap the shore. Bills must be paid, food purchased, cooked, eaten and the whole mess has to be cleaned up. Certainly I have always been aware that nothing stops for any reason  though i would wish it were so. 

 I would raise my hand, palms upward and yell STOP at the top of my lungs.  my cry would be but mewling cry amidst the din of noise that is life.

  I must now contend with the megalith that is the insurance empire, and attempt to suss out what hoops I have to jump through which will continue to enable me to collect some partial monies which allows me to homecare Ryan. On my worst day at work, when I wanted to scream at customers and throw things. When bosses were breathing down my neck. Nothing was worse than a day where Ryan couldn't stand or hold down food.

Life has such lessons to teach me.   it's like chewing fog

1 comment:

  1. And the lessons never end..........

    Chewing fog is an interesting metaphor, one I will ponder for a while.