Pictures On The Floor

Upon the arrival of our new home in Summer of Twenty Ten, I was struck late one night by the visual of pictures leaned up against our wall on our floor. Anyone in the world could look at that & know they weren't where they were supposed to be. Anyone in the world would also know that wasn't their final destination. So it is with us. Transitions are risky & uncomfortable to say the least as the unknown can be a terribly frightening thing. But that doesn't mean we're doing something wrong. One way or another, we're all in transition. Is it safe? No. But what is?

Of Gloom & Discontent

'ts 2:25 a.m. as I write, & I regret to inform you your favorite blogger & mine is up late...& not because I want to be. Truth be known, I find myself a bit overwhelmed, accompanied by great bouts of uneasiness. Unhappy with a variety of areas of my life at this time. Hopefully, like an excruciating gallstone, this too shall pass. Time will tell. And speaking of time...can you tell me what is wrong with the posted oil painting picture of the new Ward family clock? Look closely & amuse yourself while I waller in my gloom, & discontent. :0/