Ahhhh, stick gook on your face on vegetables on your eyes and us girls are like pigs in mud, metaphorically speaking. But I have to ask. Is having our face draped in yesterdays salad the real reason for such bliss? I'm thinking it's possibly more than that. Maybe a greater contributor is found in having the space to stop the constant forward motion of the body, to not be anticipating what balls are coming down in a steady stream of juggling, to soak and be still ..... And then the mind starts. Is anyone else the same or is my man the only one who will have this rare pleasure of forever been overwhelmed, errr, stunned by his wife's thought pattens? He is learning to adjust to my compulsive thinking though and has even devised his own plan of attack to cohabitate without becoming a victim to confusion. For instance; before we go to sleep, laying in the dark in bed [stick with me Liz, this is not an uncomfortable picture], Mark coaches me to let out the contents, the issues whirling in my mind to be able to close down all the pop ups, the open boxes in my head so I can sleep; and then, after I've dumped all my unresolved problems on him, he lays awake wrestling with the contents of my brain with it's bizarre twists, and metaphors, and paradoxes...... hmm.
What I've Already Spoken
Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the 'Titanic' who waved off the dessert cart.
To the one who fears and doubts, all is evil; to the one who trusts, all is good.Norman Grubb
Friends pick us up when we fall down and if they cannot pick us up, they lie down with us and listen for a while Anon
My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch on fire or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one cares. Why should you? Erma Bombeck
Be less concerned about who is right and more concerned about what is right. Anon
The pesimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the leader adjusts her sails Anon
Shopping is a woman thing. It's a contact sport like football. Women enjoy the scrimmage, the noisy crowds, the danger of being trampled to death, and the ecstasy of the purchase.Erma Bombeck
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is SELF DOUBT. Sylvia Plath