Shortly after writing my last post, I learned that a dear young gal I know (and would even call a friend, but don't tell anyone) had just found out that her 3 yr old son has a brain tumor. It's cancer. The doc's aren't hopeful.
It threw me for a loop, to say the least.
I spent days trying to figure out how to deal with the situation. Not what could I do, just how could I cope. While fighting to convince myself that the world is not the miserably warped, dark place that I usually think it is, I was given proof that good does not always prevail. While trying to believe that there are rewards for good behavior, it was being proven that you can do everything right and still suffer.
There aren't any answers, but I had to try.
I have done a few things right, though. I cleaned the house. I visited an old friend (which was harder than I could have imagined). Today I cleaned out the gardens.
There are other things in the works, as well, but I hesitate to talk about them. I don't want to jinx anything by speaking too soon.... Don't worry, y'all will know every dark little secret in this Barefoot Brain before long....
~ and that's all I have to say about that~