Ok, today was filled with listening to the occasional, “You’re not moving to Idaho.” from her daughter. Her arguments were strong and she appealed her patience by saying “It’s a year away if that, hon.…”
Occasionally she cleaned, got her son ready for his evening of romance with a “friend” as a friend, which went entirely well so life was good here.
And the evening was capped by seeing the movie to the book she just finished reading; albeit, the movie moguls changed and fictionalized her story to make for a better story, but massively failed at the point of the book leaving this viewer somewhat dissatisfied with the results.
The ghost is still under the sink; it just knocked at me bringing my attention to it.
Funny what the soul needs to survive. Hers was telling her to change her point of view. To what she kept asking her self. How about what’s coming at her? Or maybe, what she attracts? Why does evil stay glued to her like her ex?
She casually glanced over at the lamp to see the picture she taped to the base. It was a shot of her at Christmas time, when she got her first bike. Big forehead, caught in the moment of climbing onto the bike, what was she - seven or eight? Her reflection of her life was someone who always felt invisible to the world. Like the caterpillar in the cocoon, she could she her world as she changed into the butterfly but the entire world never noticed her changing and walked right by her beauty.
Ok, ok, enough of that, this is about Idaho/Colorado and moving with the Company, not her; focus on the task at hand and get back to it. If she is to move, there is much ahead of her, especially her “stuff” – really need to pear it down.
