Monday, November 9, 2009
This one I almost drove up on the median strip for. I slowed down just enough to take a picture of this little shoe. The guy behind me beeped, so I couldn't get another....then my battery went dead. But actually I think it captures what I felt when I saw it.
Enough of that. I know I bore you with my ramblings....but I'm made up of ramblings.....in my mind...won't shut down...always soaking in....everything on an emotional level. I guess that's what makes me tick.
I've been working on my outline and it's coming along. It keeps changing. I hope I'll know when it is what it should be. Then the real writing starts.
My daughter spent the night in the hospital, released this morning with instructions to stay in bed. Hopefully little guy can stay in the dark comfort of the womb for awhile yet.
The Laguna Beach sweeties are coming in Wednesday. I can't wait to see them. She'll be 3 in Dec and He is 18 months. They're fighting now with each other....this should be fun. I better have lots of books and paper ready!
Back to the picture:
I've known many little girls in my life whose shoe this could have been. They wore shoes like this one: Old, worn, dirty, broken.
The only thing that wasn't a metaphor for their lives was the word --old.
They were children.
I think I will draw this shoe...'cause it's drawing me.