If you give a mouse a cookie, he is sure to want a glass of milk...The story is about how we get lost in our thoughts following streams of consciousness as we wander endlessly from one task to the next never completing anything.
If you give the mouse a glass of milk he will want a straw...
And so it goes...
|Only 7 years ago my grandchildren|
and our children
watched the swifts
go down the chimney of a school here
in Portland. I had forgotten that
beautiful late summer evening.
The first box I opened had a small green box of pictures from all those years ago. And there were albums my mother had put together for my children when they were small. Those children are 49 and 52 now.
The temptation was more than I could handle and this mouse needed that glass of milk, a big chair and, of course, time. I was looking at old pictures and no one could stop me.
The garage revamp came to a halt for me and I was lost to the past.
The mind does funny thing and, as I went though the pictures, I realized that I had forgotten all those wonderful times...my children hugging each other, the view from the window of a house long since sold and forgotten. For some very strange reason all I could remember was the stress and the angst. That discovery of pictures from the past broke the spell.
It could be that picture albums are worth their weight in gold. Maybe I should let my inner mouse wander around more often. What do you think?