broken_glass l o s t g i r l everywhere... yesterday afternoon i took trish and the kids out to the pool, and all of us were barefoot, running on tiptoes across the hot exposed aggregate to get to the shade of the covered pavilion. thank the lord i arrived first. the evening before, following a small dinner gathering, we had inadvertently left three wine glasses on the table. unfortunately they were beautiful large reidel red zin glasses....a swift breeze must have had a party with them, because it looked like a virtual explosion of glass. and so, following a lengthy cleanup, we swam and had a great afternoon, in spite of the personal struggle i was making a valiant effort to conceal. later on into the evening, mike came into the kitchen after doing homework on his dad's computer, and he said, "mom, i think you should come down to dad's den and look at this." "what is it?" i asked, alarmed, as we walked down the hall... but we got there before he could answer. and no one could possibly miss the window...a clean hole in the middle with a mosaic like web of splintered glass that covered the entire span. lucky our windows are double paned. glass is fragile. lifestyles are also fragile. glass is breaking all around me, literally and metaphorically, and yet i shake my head and keep on keeping on. i'm still standing, in the middle of a debris field for sure, yet i'm somehow staying unharmed. 100903 what's it to you? who go blather from