I could almost forget that I was unemployed and on the run. Meh. Did you know that you can be in the middle of crisis and still be happy? Neither did I. Life is full of surprises.
But it's true, I haven't imploded yet. Zen and the art of crisis. As long as I have access to coffee and carbohydrates, I can deal with anything.
Speaking of which, I also discovered today that organic donuts tastes like driftwood. How can you ruin something that is deep-fried and rolled in sugar? You can.
Maybe it's the writing that keeps me balanced. Now that I can, I write all the time. I write all day then stay up late at night writing. How did I exist all those years when I was jacking around in management? What was I thinking? The numb years.
Danny ran into the room this evening to tell me that he had saved a butterfly and that I had to come see it now, now, now, come on Mom!
I love when my son gets excited about something. His whole body radiates joy. He's like a human Zippo lighter.
He told me the story in a rush of words. A butterfly had flown into the pool and he saw it. He used a long net to get it out.
I followed him outside, where I watched the butterfly crawl over his hand and spread out her wings to dry. I could see that the water had washed some of the dust off her wings. I wondered if she would be able to fly again. He set her down in the garden.
Thirty minutes later he came running into the room again. He had saved another butterfly. I went out again to see. This one had a torn wing. He was a monarch. Just beautiful. Except he had a chunk torn out of one wing.
But lo, he managed to fly anyway. He flew off, got perilously close to the pool again, then thought better of it and flew up high into the trees. We waved goodbye. And when we checked on the first butterfly, she was gone too. We high-fived.
My son, savior of butterflies.