I don’t mind

Versus the more common place (here) I don’t care. Imagine that as an issue. And yet.

Hard to balance these things, the highs and lows, the swings and roundabouts.  The little ideas, not joining to the Inch afternoon, accusations of a long face, comment about nice people, the silences, etc. Then the visit to the Zambians, the natural sympathy, based on experience, the familiar look of helplessness in the eye, then the deer out front, the babe’s limp arm.  No shame in prayer, no doubt.

It is hard, easier now to understand how a couple can grow apart, how life lived among two can grow difficult.  The little things, not that they are hard but that they can fester. 

Funny texts tonight.  After the wine corked through…  hours left until the days of sobriety and exercise for the future.  And so tonight we lie and drink and reflect on the past.  

New Year soon.  Shall be a momentous one.