No Helpful Hints Here

It’s written in the dust on the corner table in the living room.

Yes, this is dust.

I wrote it before documenting the shenanigans taking place with the camels and the Candyland blue man in the nativity stable.

I stumbled upon this adventuresome bunch while disassembling the aforementioned stable and the rest of the Christmas corner in the living room to prepare for someone’s birthday party.

It’s amazing the things you discover when you finally get around to cleaning things.

I try. I really do.

In fact, I have often told Steve I want my epitaph to read She tried.

There is no profound point tonight other than to remember and to remind myself that some things just can’t be explained, and life is full of playful surprises even in the midst of the dusty mess.

I want to embrace the playful surprise part.

Hey, Guys! I got stuck in molasses swamp after escaping Grandma Nutt and could really use a lift. Whaddaya say? Is this the way to the King?

3 thoughts on “No Helpful Hints Here

  1. Pingback: Epiphany 2015 | Composting the Heart

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.