Chives

Up early, no surprize these days. Tea, cereal, then began the tidying. Have not managed the deeper cleaning I'd hoped to accomplish the last two days, but tis enough, t'will serve. For me to really clean, I have to have the mood on me, or it feels like another day at work.

Settling the roiling old stories, patting their hideous little heads, shushing them back down into their cold muck. Knowing that bullies are hurting and vulnerable really doesn't make their passing on of the pain and abuse any easier. Comprehensible, yes. But that they try to get rid of their own discomfort by giving it away does not lessen their suffering. It just spreads, like fire, like a tar baby, like a tar baby on fire.


Hoping today will bring a measure of comfort. I will coax it in, gently with smiles and clucks, however small. All kindness welcome, there will be baked potatoes with butter and sour cream. Too bad the chives grew so meagerly, but I know they tried.


Perhaps I'll take a hot bath, start fresh, warm and clean.