as an aside- I keep asking myself "Why is life so great right now and so awful?"
-- What I mean is:
1) Is it really so great?
2) Is it really so awful?
3) Or does the contrast of the REALLY great make the awful seem so sucky?
4) Or does the SUPER suckiness make the Little great seem so HUGE?
5) Then, do the semantics of it really matter?
Is life is just a contrast of sweet and bitter, a big soup of opportunities and loses?
it just is.
and I don't know.
I guess I will keep on making stuff, taking pictures, hugging kids, going to the library, making dinner, crying, writing, planning, and dreaming... wait, I almost forgot the laundry.