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I once knew a man that, upon my saying that I liked sunflowers, replied with “That’s it. I’m gonna build you a field of em’… riteovahdare….For you, my dear — anyting.”

And, although I was completely aware of the fact that the field of sunflowers really wasn’t for me… That he had planned it way before my acquaintance AND had done so simply in order to appease the neighbors that were complaining about the million dollar homes he was building next door. But the idea that the field was ‘for me’ sat so sweet in my mind that I let it stay… even though the field was entirely ‘for him’… until letting it go a long time ago… And when I see sunflowers, I think about him saying that to me for a brief millionth of a second… laughing to myself about how I knew, but didn’t care about the fact that he was lying to me.

Because who has time to deal with people that are lying to you about sunflowers?

(I know, I hear you… DEEP, right? Just where do I come up with these nuggets of eloquence and enlightenment? Well — despite being completely confused all week for really no reason at all, yesterday was in fact Thursday — even though I thought it was Monday…. Like what did I think was going on with Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday? I feel like a weeble wabble. A few projects landed on my desk, which I’ve been diligent on — along with the other assorted things… brooches, spatulas… Will starts school this coming Monday, so I spent a great deal of my days this week dealing with Montessori Parental Intimidation, which I believe is the new high school musical… Add on top of that getting the proper gear lined up for munchkin soccer starting tomorrow… while thinking about what defines the soccer mom and how to avoid any and all recognition there-of… And, of course, even deeper than that is my concern over my hair and how to handle THAT situation… at least I have my priorities in check.)

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It means so many things.

Just tonight, for instance, a dear friend recommended this topic… 20 minutes later and just 5 minutes shy of bedtime, Will ran naked and free through the house like a wild child… Only to face the consequences of such freedom by projectile rocketing his dinner all over the house. He’s fine now…. and if I weren’t so responsible sitting here with the baby monitor strapped to my head as he sleeps… I might like to throw caution to the wind, taking a glance at the martini glasses..  But no…I’ll only feel Plowed later. It parallels to the ad I just placed in the paper yesterday for a part time Childcare/Personal Assistant position… I thought Personal Assistant sounded so much more fun and exciting than “Mother’s Helper”… Well – sexy sells because today I had a HUMONGOUS response… humongous being the WORD OF THE DAY.. ringing in my ears. People need work, huh?… kidding. I really just want some overachieving high school kid to play with my son for an hour and then pick up my mail while I work. Because… Yes, before I get Plowed, the work is starting again.

But can you imagine being the snow? Seeing this winter in the forecast and thinking (because we all know snow thinks) This is it! This is the winter that I am going to fall from the sky and do my mighty snow dance all over planet earth… only to fall, settle in a bit, and be unsuspectingly PLOWED… after all that hard work and build up..  It isn’t unlike quicksand if you think about it… I mean, what CAN YOU DO? I know snow. My husband owns a plow and PLOWS SNOW… I’ve been PLOWING… Not so much fun, to tell you the truth… Snow. I’ve lived in heaps of it throughout many locations and times in my life and this winter has been eternal.. Plowing us under… I can pick snow up and tell you what kind it is… what wine to drink with it… what heel to wear. It’s a gift, I know… but I’m getting off track.

This winter, my friends, is the retribution for all of our plowing. While the weather people of the world unite and try to scare the daylights out of us before a flake falls… The snow this year has taken heed. It isn’t unlike anything else in life that can’t be predicted.. leaving us with our feet stuck in a mess of something frozen, cold and extremely uncomfortable.. I’m spent. Who wants to get plowed?

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… And then I’m in my elementary school stair well panicked because I am realizing that I have never been to a class that is now on my schedule which means that I will probably fail. And of course my feet are stuck to the ground even though I can see the classroom at the top of the stairs and it appears chaotic. But I’m really 16 years old and this is a high school history course being taught by one of my college professors who, in real life, would hang out with us in bars. But isn’t this real life? I suddenly realize that the stairs have turned to nothingness and I’m standing on one stair that is suspended in mid-air and if I move I will most certainly fall to my death. Looking down I see our basement as I glance at the course schedule that is still in my hand. Balance. What was it that I forgot to do? And then there was the ringing — a familiar ring similar to my iphone although Kate recently changed my ringtone. And there it is again. And again. And then I wake up.

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