I don’t know who Bessie is. Wait. I do. In “Philadelphia Story” George, the pretentious fiancee, says, “Whoa, Bessie,” to the horse he’s trying (failing) to ride. Over and over. Then he tells Dinah, the hilarious little sister, that he doesn’t know what’s gotten in to Bessie this morning. And she replies something about “maybe because his name is Jack.”
Perhaps I’m riding the wrong horse?
Nah. I’m good. Bessie and I are getting along fine over here. Life’s just riding away out from under us, if you know what I mean.
NO MORE METAPHORS. I promise. At least for a minute.
We are having a lovely, busy time. And it’s good. And I had a 400 word goal today, and I passed it. And I want to get to some more of that later today, if family goodness doesn’t get in the way. Because family goodness is the priority. Kids 2 and 3 are at girls’ camp. I plan to tackle Kid 3’s room. I’ve let it go way, way too long, and I’m going in. Kid 4 is daunted by this plan. He fails to see the family goodness in my cleaning his sister’s room plan. Fair enough. Maybe I’ll take him to the rope swing this afternoon.
Life happens and I like it that way. But I need to make sure I’m watching, and happening too.