The Key Is…

photo credit Vicki Archer

Hello all!

I tell ya,

it has been a helluvah week.

I was off from work,

this week,

and I haven’t stopped.

So much going on,

the move,

the culling and giving away,

I am truly blessed,

with the help that is offered,

and I have accepted,

and will continue to,

benefit from the kindness of friends.

I am busy,

and like most of you,

I juggle many balls,

in the air,

at the same time,

the key is…

not dropping,

the glass ones.

We all juggle many balls,

some are,

the plastic bouncy types,

some are,

hard rubber,

and some,

very few,

are glass,

these chip, break,

shatter even,

if dropped.

These balls,

or plates or pins, whatever your preferred juggling apparatus may be,

are the most important,

they are,

your family,

your friends,

your relationships,

to a lesser extent,


job and finances,

you have to keep them up,

protect them,

but, everybody has a few chips,

in their crockery,

it’s like grey hair and wrinkles,

it’s life,

wear and tear,


but, we need to maintain,

look out for those,

hairline fractures,

lest they become,


I know that over the last few,


I have dropped a few balls,

and if I neglected anyone,

or anything,

( an almost certainty)

I apologize.

I am managing,

I do, however,

drop things,

and sometimes,

it’s the only thing,

I can do.

The grieving , the moving,

are processes,

I am moving forward,

I am happy with how things,

are developing.

I just gotta keep my balls in the air.

Stay safe everyone.

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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