summertime

So pretty soon, in just about 20 days, the livin's gonna get easy, right? The fish are gonna jump and the cotton grow high? I'm looking forward to it. To warmer days and balmy nights. Today was on and off stormy and sunny, leaving behind a breathtaking sunset.

 

 

 

I was trying to be really good about posting and then I came down with pneumonia last week. Things are better now and I'm on the road to recovery. Up out of bed and facing the world. Transitions are hard work. Moving cross country takes two very long transitions. I have to say the return trip has been the more challenging one.

Not to go deeply into it because, as my regular blogland friends know, I'm working on withholding this year. My word for the year. Suffice it to say it's no coincidence that I have an affinity with clotheslines. Love, love love everything about them. I like to wax romantic and think it has to do with some foreign past life where my chantilly lace bloomers hung out there blowing in a delicate breeze. But truth be told, I betcha recently it has something to do with my yapper. Constantly being compelled to share my story. Air my laundry so-to-speak.

You see, I like stories. I like to listen to them and I like to share them. But withhold I will right now. Because the story I want to share is in the really dirty laundry pile. The one that reeks of stealing and lies and betrayals. Of hurt and manipulation where there was unconditional trust and love. It really doesn't have to do with me so much, as with someone I love very much. I came back to make someone happy and found her really really sad and confused. And flat broke.

So recently my time has been filled with sorting the dirty family laundry and exhausting myself at the washboard. It's good, hard work that's for sure.  Builds muscle.  Meeting with forensic accountants, spending days on the phone and hours at the bank. Unraveling. Consoling.  Shaking my head in disbelief and wondering how it all fell apart.  But ya know, I feel like we're on the right path now and I just keep telling her each day, that it was better than the day before.  It'll be all right.

Sometimes you just need to roll up your sleeves and put on your big girl panties.

 

 

Comments

[me]

I'm with you..."better than the day before." Which is all you can give her before its too late for living. Love and hope and just being there counts for so much. Especially when everything else is gone.

[Vickie]

I loved this, Marianne. I used to tell my kids that every good thing, and every bad thing that happened in my life brought me to where I am right now. Even the sucky stuff was important in my journey to right now.
Sounds like you're on a journey. xo

[tracey k in ohio]

Loved this! Memo to self: always keep a pair of big girl panties on hand.... LOL!

[naomi dagen bloom]

Another over-the-top post! Including the hilarious photo of the mellow woman at the clothesline. Your writing only gets more engaging, Marianne. Keep wishing you'd do the book we want to read.

[Lisa]

Amen!!! What Naomi said. ;)