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It feels so odd sometimes to look out the window at a glorious, sunny, perfectly beautiful late summer afternoon - breeze blowing, puffy clouds in the sky, flowers blooming on the porch....
And to have had a good day, and come home to tomatoes ripening on the vine and with a gift of fresh corn from a friend, looking forward to a weekend full of friends and plans and enough downtime to enjoy them instead of rushing from one scheduled event to another....
And feel like the bottom has been ripped out of the world, and you're falling, and don't know when you're going to land - just that it's inevitable, and it's going to be hard, and it's going to hurt.
Somehow, it feels like these things shouldn't be able to exist together - it should be all good, or all bad. I know it doesn't work that way, but there's a part of me that says it should....
(Bad family health news. Details not mine to give, neither my husband nor I are in danger; good thoughts always appreciated....)
And to have had a good day, and come home to tomatoes ripening on the vine and with a gift of fresh corn from a friend, looking forward to a weekend full of friends and plans and enough downtime to enjoy them instead of rushing from one scheduled event to another....
And feel like the bottom has been ripped out of the world, and you're falling, and don't know when you're going to land - just that it's inevitable, and it's going to be hard, and it's going to hurt.
Somehow, it feels like these things shouldn't be able to exist together - it should be all good, or all bad. I know it doesn't work that way, but there's a part of me that says it should....
(Bad family health news. Details not mine to give, neither my husband nor I are in danger; good thoughts always appreciated....)
