Before you can blink And sharper than you think Rips open the skin But the slice is so thin
Had to slip off and then re-tighten some barbed wire in a corner of the pasture fencing. Just about sliced over an old scar on my left pinkie finger, but just barely missed it. The scar’s from a small line of stitches I received when I was nine. So it stings a little, but not too badly. It wouldn’t sting so much if I would stop pressing on it.
Memory is a lot like that. You go back on think on things, especially if they hurt. You hope that pressing on it, remembering it, will help lessen how much it stings. Forgetting that pressing on it too much makes it hard to gain distance and perspective. Give it time to seal up enough to withstand recollection. Although, sometimes, you’re able to stop a repetition of something with the scar for a reminder.
That moment when you realize that all the sleep in the world does nothing but make you feel even more exhausted.
I’m actually feeling pretty okay today, but had a moment when I recollected a time when my sleep cycle was truly a mess and none of my sleep was restorative. I’m infinitely grateful such a time is in the past. Now I’m just tired from excessive amounts of yardwork. Well, they likely aren’t that excessive, but when the temperature is supposed to be in the mid-90s and keeps jumping over into the low-100s instead…
A moment of frustration Gone in a moment of adoration Only to later reappear Nodding in passing, then disappear Yet the feelings remain, turning over and over again
I love my eldest nephew, but he’s just so frustrating! It doesn’t mean I love him any less, but I’m reminded sometimes of that song from “Into the Woods” where the princes sing of their pain about how they can never catch the girl they love. It helps to remind me that my frustrations with my nephew aren’t the important part in our lives.
Being a grown up is hard, because I know better and yet it’s still hard to work through. Knowing it’s possible to be better doesn’t necessarily make it easier. But it is worth it in the end.
Perhaps I had forgotten Until you saw her face Peering into the case
We got a puppy a few weeks ago. Ironically, from the same people we got our dog Vincent from. She’s from the last litter they’ll have as their mother was a stray that wandered into their yard and decided she really liked their two male dogs who weren’t fixed. They have a happy little pack, but only recently was the female comfortable enough with her new humans to let them catch her and take her to be fixed. Vincent is three years older than his little sister and he’s from one of the first litters they had.
Moving has been hard on Vincent and we had already decided we’d get him a companion once we’d moved. (We have, in fact, moved and are still unpacking at the new place.) We didn’t expect to be able to get him a puppy which he is just over the moon about. I’m pretty sure he was happier over her than the rest of us put together. He adores his little sister.