If you love someone enough in this rollercoaster, ghost-train, rumbling cake-walk, that we call life...
You can
Set them free...
(I guess this goes for Parenting Teenagers too?! You have to learn to let go of them a little bit at a time, it seems... Exponentially, in fact...
Ooh, that's a big word for Fhina these days... I almost choked on it!
Grizz is planning to take his Third Driving Test later this month...
Wish him luck!
Meanwhile... Me?
Oh, I'm sitting in a darkened room somewhere, rocking back and forth in an attractive way, of course, and clinking worry beads together, plus those Worry Dolls that you can buy from Developing Countries. My pockets are filled with them! And I'm fiddling with a rosary despite not being of the Catholic persuasion, (but I always imagine, like some Literary Grande Dame in the style of Baudelaire or Maupassant, that I'm likely to undergo a Deathbed Conversion, while sipping a whiskey tumbler filled with Bach Flower Rescue Remedy), bien sur!
6 comments:
Great photos....
Oh dear, try not to worry (although I'd be exactly the same as you) - it is a relief I don't have kids or I would look 91 by now (instead of 41 - even though I'm 51)
oh my gosh...we worry oh how we worry!!
love the first image its lovely...
as are you my lovely Fhina!! rock on babe!
Hello Fhina,
Dunnae fret yersel' lassie. All will be well.
This too will pass!!!! Then as Griss takes you to Bingo and pensioners lunches , you'll wonder what you worried about , lol!!!
Was the third time the charm?
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