A Time To Every Season...

Guru Sheep, here. I'm gonna lay some wisdom on y'all. I'm a "giver." It is what I do...

In this life, you will have wonderful days. Days where you fight off a cold virus without having to write a check for medical intervention. There will be the highest of highs...you will make a suggestion to your stylist and she will agree with you. You will ride the crest of the wave called,"Wheeeeeeeee!!!"

Then, there will be days where your iron up and dies on you. This could, perchance, happen on a Sunday night around ten o'clock. And it might just happen when you are in desperate and dire need of de-wrinkling. This Sunday might be followed by a Monday and you will have to go to work in clothing that does not exactly reflect a competent and professional image. It does, however, make the wrinkles in your face less prominent by comparison. But it is still not a good look and then you will have to explain to people that your iron has died and that they have to be nice to you in your grief. But,this means that everyone will think that you are a person who cares about such things as knife-edged creases and that will lead to a whole other discussion about how you are anything but that sort of gal. And there will be nothing left to do but confess to people that your closet rod and shelf collapsed on a dark and dismal night ten years ago and that your clothing has resided in a pile on the floor ever since. Now everyone just avoids you and you are left wondering how everything could go from so wonderful to so icky-boo in mere days.

Yes, dear friends, there will be the joy of owning an iron that is older than most of your children. Then there will be the grief of losing that iron to...well, I actually don't know what happened. I just know that the iron is supposed to get a little hot or something. And that mine doesn't. I'm not like an iron specialist or anything...

But, with loss comes the joy of the new. And, when one of your staff decides that you have mourned steadily for three straight hours and that this is starting to get just a tad bit annoying, she might just say, "oh, for crying out loud...you have to get that prescription filled today; just get one of those drugstore irons and be done with it!!! And, thus, you will get a new drugstore iron. And it gets pretty hot. And it makes steam. Apparently, this is what irons are supposed to do.

Yes, there will always be ups and downs, dearest readers. One must learn to take the good with the bad. But we can seek comfort in those few constants. There will always be a sky. We know that there will be air. And, if you happen to know a generous goatherd...

...there will always be yarn.

SA