02.12.04

“It’s not far, I can walk down the block to Tabletop, close my eyes and make the pies all day - I’m making pies….5 a.m., here I am, walking that block to Tabletop you could cry, you could die, or just make pies all day - I’m making pies” --Patty Griffin

Did anyone else play that game “Concentration” growing up? If you didn’t, the basic gist is this: You have a red board with about 20ish different shaped yellow pieces that fit into their own little notch in the board. You start the game with everything in its place, and then set the board’s timer. The board then shakes everything up – all the pieces get jumbled and you have to put everything back where it belongs before the timer runs out, the board pops up again and the pieces you put back get out of order again.

Sometimes I feel like life is a high-stakes game of Concentration. Once that board shakes everything up, you scramble to get things put back together again. Sometimes you can do it before you get another jolt, sometimes you have to start over from the beginning – repeatedly.

I don’t know if I’m going to get things put together before the next time I have a little shakeup in my life. In all likelihood, I probably won’t. But part of the excitement is trying to get that one little piece in place before time runs out. So maybe I’ll have to regroup again tomorrow…but I figure I’ve gotten this far. It takes a lot to shake me up for too long.

Be good, take care, all that stuff.

P.S. Happy birthday Jen!