by Today I’m going on a walk about. Well, it may turn out to be the first half of a walk about. I’d planned to walk around to all the animal shelters, but I have to go downtown first to scout out a location for a 9/11 lunch and I may not make it to them all.
The other day I was talking to a friend about the phenomena where you see someone you recognize and you can’t quite place them. Your first thought is that it’s someone you’ve met and you’re forgetting them and then you realize, oh. No, I don’t know them. I saw them on TV.
Yesterday, I saw this person and I almost said hello and then I realized, no, I saw them on TV. Her name is Kara Laricks and she was the winner of a reality tv competition show called Fashion Star.
I just found this in The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry, from a man who is mourning the loss of his wife:
It’s like discovering a great hole in the ground.to begin with, you forget it’s there and you keep falling in. After a while, it’s still there, but you learn to walk around it.
Good luck on your walk about.
Oh, that is perfect for me, thank you. I was thinking this morning how there is just no way to make this right, and for me personally, no way that I will ever really accept it, beyond accepting that it is and there’s nothing I can do about it. I think it’s a hole that will always be there and all I can do is walk around it.