May 30, 2011

a collapsed brain synapse

dear empty nest syndrome or theory diary,

the house is quiet again, all but the dogs and even they aren't going their usual rounds yet. even they are enjoying the space, the quietness, and the organization of the regular paced chaos they are used to. whew. the whirlpool of excitement has ended- for now- but it will come again. the number eleven means chaos i was told once. that seems funny to me because i always called that number, 'the railroad.' eleven- an interesting combination, two ones stuck butt up next to each other, ten plus that extra ONE (causing chaos) equals eleven. it seems also fitting that eleven be an odd number, since it is odd, and that this year is an odd year filled with chaos. hummm, and we've just now thought about making it to the half way point, but not quite- not yet. eleven, not seven, not so many ways to see to the edge of what tomorrow will bring, but to the end of what we had today. if someone were to ask you what the meaning of life is, think for a moment before you answer. it could be eleven, or it could be forty two.