Mountains and Valleys

. . . and volcanos. I've been thinking about all three a lot lately. And why it is we can't see them very well, no matter how close they are.

I mean, does anyone ever get married with the thought "someday we'll be divorced"? I doubt it. All you can see is the peaceful, green valley ahead from that vantage point. There are mountains, there are always mountains, but they come later. You scale them one by one, helping each other over the top, as it should be. If you're very, very lucky, you'll never even see a volcano.

This is an analogy, of course. I'm talking about life, not nature's geological formations. Okay, so it's not even a very good analogy. In my state of mind, it's the best I can do.

I'm about to walk (well, run) out on 26 years. There are live volcanos everywhere. Only I couldn't see them. Well okay ... I could, but I thought I could deal with them. Or fix them. (sigh) How foolish can you get? Anyway, I'm leaving. Going to Chilly's house. Gonna invade her life, her space, her precious minutes with LD sweetie. May the diety bless her heart, she's givin' me and mine refuge. Thank you, Chilly.

Is anyone hiring, btw? Former conference coordinator, a usually very organized person, prolific writer (you wouldn't know it from this blog, would you), homeschooling mom, website owner/designer, with a smidge of html and css knowledge. Preferably 60k per year, plus perks.

Hey, it could happen.



In the meantime, does anybody know where I can find this guy? Mr. Pale, Short and Dreamy has been my LD sweetie for [mumble, mumble, mutter] years. Yeah, that long. If you see him around, tell him I'm almost available again, would ya? Who knows. Maybe there really is a happily ever after out there, after all.