What a week!!

What a week THIS WILL BE!! it is just Monday and already feels as if today was Wed or Thursday...taking care of Mom and Dad certainly is a handful; between Dr. appts picking up prescriptions for both doing their grocery, shopping, laundry and just daily chores this morning feels as though a vacation is needed...It makes me wonder how did Mom ever managed with five children a demanding husband, keeping up with the house and ...did she ever had anytime to herself?

I need to get back to my garden for I fear the weeds and grass may take over the few vegetables and all our work be for nothing...Does anybody else feels the same? maybe is just me and need to manage time wisely....Oh well!

Tomorrow will be better..I hope

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Starfish

by Eleanor Lerman



This is what life does. It lets you walk up to

the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a

stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have

your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman

down beside you at the counter who says, Last night

the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,

is this a message, finally, or just another day?



Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the

pond, where whole generations of biological

processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds

speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,

they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old

enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?

There is movement beneath the water, but it

may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.



And then life suggests that you remember the

years you ran around, the years you developed

a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,

owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are

genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have

become. And then life lets you go home to think

about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.



Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one

who never had any conditions, the one who waited

you out. This is life's way of letting you know that

you are lucky. (It won't give you smart or brave,

so you'll have to settle for lucky.) Because you

stopped when you should have started again.



So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your

late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And

then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland,

while outside, the starfish drift through the channel,

with smiles on their starry faces as they head

out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.



"Starfish" by Eleanor Lerman, from Our Post-Soviet History Unfolds. © Sarabande Books, 2005. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)



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