Seems to be a lot of "woman," or do we say "chick," themes going on here lately.
The old homestead, the white bride v. the colorful woman...stuff like that.
Don't understand why, but whenever phd sees pics of women in burkhas, articles on sexual harassment (is that still going on?), or babes showing boobs bigger than they were designed to drag around, bells start ringing. No, tolling...as in doleful.
Maybe it was the eye surgery that allowed clear vision, or the guy who failed to show up to deliver the visually impaired to said surgery. The life view in general is more sharp and yet more fuzzed and poignant.
But then, this time has been set aside for reflection and inner vision...that sight metaphor again. The inner vision has sharpened, also. The true and the false are more easily separated. Form and function are moving closer together.
The next phase may be the female version of curmudgeon, which was so elegantly described as Witch with a B.
Or maybe just Old. Well, it happens to the best of us.
Mar 31, 2007
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