Your final three words for January are: X-RAY YACHT ZIP
A Storm is Coming
Riding in my yacht water all around I feel the winds are blowing I hear their rushing sound I walk up to the captain with parka zipped up tight to ask him whats the weather on the up and coming night He tells me “wait a minute” he has to check the deck the sonar and the compass are his shiplike x-ray check He says a storm is coming and to hurry down below I kiss his cheek and thank him with a wink before I go.
When my nails have tiny little snags or they are too long, I find it tiresome being distracted by them getting caught on little fibers. I have to work hard not to put my fingers in my mouth and bite the snag away. I used to bite my nails all the time.
Having worked with the psychologically fragile I understand that caregivers need a chance to receive respite for all the hours they put in. It is a lot of work and mentally demanding. A great day is even an hour of peacefulness. It is not unheard of for smaller children suffering from an emotional disturbance to suddenly appear naked, to shock the caregiver. Luckily, I do not believe adults are the same. The hardest part is convincing caregivers that respite is for them, not because they can’t do their job right.
Devon knew the history of the stone sculpture, but he wasn’t sure he trusted the tale. Back in the day there was the belief that in winter, when the ice thaws, the water that falls from the sides of the rock was infused with gold. The story was nice but if the tale were true then the ink upon the rice paper which is laid under the flow would also turn gold. That has never happened, at least in his lifetime.