When things break in my life they do in twos sometimes threes. One of my choosing the others collateral damage that I don't seek and cannot control. November a was dreary, long and frenetic month. It left me gasping for breath and weary waiting for change at the same time. I had finally chosen to hack the figurative limb that was festering and had no hope of healing. In so doing, I had set in motion a chain of events I no longer controlled. I visited a couple of cold places for business and the sullen gray of the sky matched my mood. Those trips were as fruitless as some of the wars I had been waging in my personal life. At home J could be the sunshine that broke through that clouds but there would be downpours too - unbidden and unannounced. And so we weathered the month while planning what our escape might be in the next. Complete the year on a high note so good things may follow from there.
I never fail to remind J that there is a time and place for everything. It is possibly the line she will remember me by when I am dead and gone given how frequently she hears it. Instead of having her breakfast she will break into a song and dance number from High School Musical well past eight on Monday morning. She will insist that I watch and applaud the performance instead of screaming at her to finish her milk and cereal. Her sense of occasion is seriously lacking but then so is mine. Consider for example, a person walks into the grocery store with the express purpose of buying detergent because they are fresh out of it and laundry is only half way done. However instead of heading straight for detergent, they wander over to the natural foods aisle and go berserk upon finding goat milk on sale for a dollar a gallon. They at once proceed to stock pile so they can turn it to huge quantities home-made feta cheese. That person would be me. It would not concern me in the least that I ha...
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