

There they are. Like a benign tumor, not doing any harm, but certainly not being useful in any capacity. Just getting under my skin, making me wonder if I should have someone take a look at it. Hanging there limply after the glory days of winter when their life was viciously taken by an errant wind storm. That's right. These glorious Christmas lights can perform no function other than draping themselves along my rain gutter. So here they sit, reflecting the early morning sun of a bright March day. Oh, how I wish I was daring enough to climb a ladder onto my steep and perilous roof. But that same ladder almost took my life only two years ago. Maybe one day I will find the courage. But for now I will be content to imagine myself barefoot and pregnant with a baby on my hip standing outside on my redwood deck which is jutting out from my double wide trailer with a broken down car in the yard. Then perhaps the Christmas lights would not look so out of place.
6 comments:
You need to be a writer
Heather
Seriously - I don't even think those words, let alone - know how to form a sentence with them :)
I agree with Katherine and Heather... You need to write a book. You make the most boring mundane things sound so interesting. The only time my mind gets the opportunity to entertain words like that is when I read your blog. Thanks for making me laugh!
About the binding... You sew in on with the machine then fold it over to finish the quilt and handstitch it down. I'm sure that's the way you do yours, but I've done a few where I do it all on the machine cause I'm in a hurry or just lazy to finish it right. Make sense?
I agree- you do have quite a talent for writing/story telling. Perhaps you should get your English degree. This would be a perfect fit for you.
A benign tumor? Only you could come up with that comparison. I'm at a loss as to how to even comment on this blog. I'll just say: loved it.
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