Saturday, September 26, 2009
In Pursuit of Patience
How much longer? I put up bills into the outbox, assuming I received no mail this morning, only to find them gone when I returned from work this evening. The mailbox permitted a baby shower invitation and a piece of junk mail. I have told the story so much so that I can't remember who knows and who doesn't. And then there are the quiet things, that I think about often but don't say yet, because ascribing words outloud to the situation makes it real, so it stays put within my head for now, and we shall see if it makes it to reality.