Saturday, September 20, 2014
Where Did You Go, O Dish and Spoon?
I couldn't even pinpoint why they'd left. I know I was saddened -- perhaps to a disproportionate level -- by the departure of the autistic school from my work place. There is also my perception that The Little Church is dying and that I'm sitting a death watch as I work. But that is a post for another day. Finally, there was the aforementioned influx of hurtful input from readers, comments I might have just shrugged off had it not been for the other sadnesses.
Then, much as they'd run away, those mojos appear to be back. I don't think they've quite settled in yet, taken off their shoes and unpacked their bags, that kind of thing. So I'm going to be gentle and not make a lot of demands.
I wasn't home more than an hour before I was digging out Tula Pink and pressing and straightening pinks and violets. And after dinner I was back at it.
They haven't said where they went. Or what prompted their return. Or why they didn't even send a post card. But I think that the fewer questions asked, the better.
Posted by Nancy, Near Philadelphia on Saturday, September 20, 2014