I need to have at hand one of those wise old women who can come up with a crazy theory as to why things happen.
You know the kind who say when your hip hurts on a Tuesday on the fourth week of the month it means it’s time to plant the broccoli? That kind, I need one. Maybe she would tell me that when a billy-goat shows up on your lawn on a Monday that maybe you shouldn’t dive into rehabbing your kitchen. Or that maybe I should look into Goat Milk Recipes…
Or maybe that I shouldn’t joke around about wanting a cow, a horse and a puppy for my birthday… because with my luck I’ll end up with another animal to take care of. *peeks out window to make sure said billy-goat has not come back*
She’d probably yell at me for being so flip floppy, and not knowing what direction to turn in almost everything I do. Because being so flip floppy almost always leads to stray billy’s in your yard.
Perhaps she’d shame me for wasting talents lately, or applaud me on taking a different path. She might tell me it’s about time I didn’t waste so many moments in front of a tiny screen… or she might scream that I’ve been wasting a precious opportunity…
And then she’d bake me some awful, old world recipe cake, and she’d wrap up a roll of pennies for me, all heads up. And she’d sing happy birthday to me, in an aged cracky voice, and remind me, that no matter what, I’ll find that right path, despite all odds.
At the end of her song she’d wrap up by yelling at me about how my health will suffer from eating too much cake and remind me to heed the billy goat’s warning…
I need one of them old women. And I need that stray billy-goat to not come back.
~The End.
(yes that’s all I got)
I would like someone to come and roll my pennies, all heads facing up. And little old ladies tend to enjoy children, and since I usually have a surplus of them, it would be nice for her to come by. Especially if she knows first aid (or a comparable level of wisewoman wisdom) as my boys are fearless and accident prone. No goats, though, please. There is enough random poop in my life
So, when you and the wisewoman have had your visit, can you send her over?
I might be able to share… <3
I’m old…will that do? O.k., maybe not “OLD” but I’m OLDer than you! The billy goat was a sign, for sure. Of what? Oh, heck….I dunno. Well, my work here is done. Kthxbai. <3
It needs to be a really old lady with white hair, buckled over and using a cane. It’s an image in my head, and there’s no changing it! ;p