Snap, crackle, pop
I woke this morning and ran to Pilates – it was a sleepless night with Arlene chewing like her skin was peeling off – so after Pilates, I took her in only to find out she has a bad skin infection from her allergies and naturally $170 later there is all this stuff to do – so I ran home to bathe her in the expensive shampoo and wash and vacuum the world – not like I have anything to do today – ahem – but in the midst of all this flurry of activity snap, it comes to me that my life is so good, and crackle, I thought about Lousiana Avenue, which is the street I take to Pilates, which is also the street I grew up on when I was younger, but between the Can and Claiborne, it is a wasteland, houses blighted by Katrina, and this morning there was a small crew in haz mats reminding me that Katrina Katrina Katrina did us wrong, and then pop, an idea goes off in my head, that we are in flux, in the midst of change, of rebuilding, of redoing, rethinking, rebirthing, and that we are in the midst of an energy ball and so my liquid valium atmosphere that used to have such a calming effect on me is actually now a roiling cauldron of hopes and dreams and disappointments and disgust and that we are stretching ourselves every day to just deal.