Confessions of A Dishwater-Blonde in Bib-Overalls

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THE BIBLE SAYS AN HONEST answer is like a kiss on the lips.

So let’s call this a kiss, not a confession.

Ready?

I’m as disillusioned as Solomon (disillusioned in very general sense), and I won’t attempt to analyze┬áthe way that I feel right now (let’s leave that to Oprah). In the tone of Ecclesiastes: it is what it is and, like everything else, it will pass.

The meadowlarks have returned, and I’m glad to hear their sweet songs again; long-lost friends have also come back into my life; I’m picking up the slack for an employee who quit without warning, which is a challenge, but there’s good synergy at the office and plenty of bad customer-service jokes to relieve the strain; weekends are a whirl of weddings, holidays, etc…

So it isn’t that I’m depressed, anxious, or bitter–it’s just that my brain is tired, and my heart is tired, and if I weren’t so busy I think I could probably sleep twenty-four hours, seven days a week. (But now I’m analyzing, and I said I wouldn’t do that.)

The weather is fickle and stormy. My dad surprised a bear when he was out checking pumps, and the night shift had to be cancelled after one of our guys faced down a mountain lion. The hired men are nervous, but field work must continue, so a professional hunter has been enlisted (a Rambo type who used to hunt the two-legged kind of predators, once upon a time).

I hardly taste my coffee in the mornings.

My little niece was crying one day, because no one had time to play, and the tragedy of it was too much for me. I gathered her up in my arms and burst into tears.

Did I forget to mention that an uncle killed himself?

Anyway, I’ve been kind of mixed up lately, so if I’ve frustrated or hurt anyone, I’m sorry. Continue reading “Confessions of A Dishwater-Blonde in Bib-Overalls”