I'm tried of saying goodbye. I'm tired of reaching for the telephone only to discover that the person at the other end is REALLY out of my area code. And every time someone slips over I remember all the others, and I remember that I'm not getting any younger either, and that being younger is no guarantee of anything anyway. And damn it, this is my vacation week.
I know I should be cutting the hedges or cleaning my room or vacuuming the parlor, but it's really hard to get motivated when I have all these wakes to go to. Bastille Day is tomorrow. Yeah, I'm not excited about that either. One kid is in Ohio for the summer and the other ready to move to Washington, D.C. I want to dig my heels into the ground and claw at the grass to slow down the rotation of the earth. But that is not how that works, is it?
One of my birds is serenading me as I sit on the front porch tapping away. I love them. I do. But some days even they can't cheer me up. And today is so one of those days.