as i sit here typing, the wind outside is behaving badly. if i had a "no surfing" flag
i'd plant it firmly in my front yard, just to make the neighbors laugh.
charlie our weather guy, who i can hear off in the distance,
just said 40 miles per hour winds. so it's also a day not to wear hats.
i talk a lot and often and when i don't, people wonder what's wrong even when i say "i'm fine."
here's the thing. when i am quiet, something is wrong.
i guess i'm an open book that way.
page 67 or 99. take your pick.
they both say "she's not talking right now."
that's what happened last night.
but you know what. my being quiet is as ugly as an egg salad sandwich
for me and anyone around me
today's a new day,
even if this so called day is trying to blow itself to another continent.
so my words have returned.
granted, they're being a bit shy.
but they're here. sitting in a circle on carpet squares with wide eyes and their hands raised. waiting to be called on.