Sounds so lovely, the temperatures are starting to dip below 100 (whoopee!) and my "tolerance" for nasty creatures is settling into the, "Waddya gonna do?" mode.
This is a transition time for so many and maybe I'm simply a conduit expressing your pent-up anxiety. Or not. I could just be projecting.
To every thing there is a season. Except in Tucson, where it's either hellacious or not-as-hellacious. Some love this place, get their heads together and blossom somehow in this desolate land.
Me? Don't ask. I have been doing plenty of soul-searching since I have no marketable job skills to take up my time. And my soul is kinda lonely. For my kids, friends and a sense of community. Yes, there is beauty here, but the happiness factor eludes.
Not to be a downer, because it has to get better, am I right? Of course. Everything in life is for now, and soon we will be on the uptick again. Just got to find "it" that will help pull things together.
It's coming. Put away that scowl.
Thank you.
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Come to Bisbee. Life is better here. :)
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