Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.
Monday, April 19, 2010
A Real Pain in the Toe
And all this just as I was settling down to watch “The Office.” I am not at all good with wounds, either, but thank heavens for those urgent care places. Has anyone out there lost a nail—ALL of it—and can give her some words of encouragement? She read on the internet that it won’t grow back right. And they told her it would be at least six months.
I’ve had sympathetic toe pain all week. It’s going to be a long six months.
“Despair seems to afflict only those whose relation to life is a serious and potentially responsible one.” From “Mockingbird Years” by Emily Fox Gordon