- August 19, 2010 at 11:40 pm
Trusting that you remember me writing to you before about my cosmic melanoma buddy Arza, she penned a book at one time about "Walking Between the Raindrops". In my minds eye I see you and Will doing just that; you each know there is a thunderstorm around you, yet if the sun gets just right and the clouds move just so.then a rainbow appears.
In the mean while your steps are keeping the raindrops off, but you each know a storm is afoot and you must trust that just as before, your steps are sure and sincere, yet aware. Above all, you know the raindrops will move as you each must. There is no way of knowing where the next raindrop is or where it will be, but you know the rain is certain, but must keep moving.
Once, Arza told me she had for months, lost the ability to laugh and I told her to take off her underpants, put them on her head, go look in the mirror and report back to me. She did and she laughed.
There is no moral to the story here, but keep walking through the raindrops, don't lose sight of the ridiculous and if all else fails, stick your underwear on your head…………….much like the fictional Sidney Freidman said in "MASH"…….drop your pants and slide on the ice,