Morning, y’all!
I hope I’m not being too forward. Would like to offer a suggestion. Let’s take all unpleasant and uncomfortable feelings and stuff them in my extra fridge w/Dlvis. Sorta like Pandora’s Box, y’know? Crowbar will guard it so no one will go in there looking for a slice of leftover pizza or anything.
That way, we can go into celebrating July 4th unfettered by stuff. (Our civic ed group is going to have a booth at the city park. We’ll pass out patriotic-themed toys for kids and fans with information concerning the presidential candidates’ positions *and* flyers addressing the tax implications of 0bamacare heh heh heh.)
I feel better already.
Pat ate the leftover pizza, but at least he didn’t eat the crickets. I refilled my hummingbird feeders. I probably should have watered the gardens this morning. Too late now ... I’ll do it in the evening.
We can’t stuff our feelings. I mean, we’re family, and whatever affects one of us, affects all of us. So we laugh and cry together, and celebrate and mourn together, and that’s how we have bonded over the years.
It's a catharsis that ranks consistently on my Top Ten list.