Yeah, I'm riled up today. The autism news. The job crap. The rain. The insurance worries. Bella has been a real pisser today - poor child was hungry and decided to tell me by having a half day tantrum. I'd fed her several times, of course - only to have the food end up strewn about the floor. When you can not speak, it's hard to say, "Mom, I am so sick of the gluten free rice cereal I could scream!" So she just screamed and got it over with. I hate when I can't read her mind. Makes me feel very inadequate. Like we need THAT in the house right now!
So, when I feel like biting the heads off small fluffy animals and pulling the wings off fairies and sprites, I have to calm myself. Do I reach for the Chivas Regal? Nah. The pain killers in my medicine cabinet from dental work last year? Why bother? I went to the library. Aaaaaahhhhh.
My blood pressure automatically ratchets down when I step into the library, knowing so many old friends are there to soothe me. I walked up and down the fiction aisles. I sniffed around mystery. I flounced past romance - NOT TODAY! Unsure of just which arrow to pull out of the quiver, I paced the stacks. And there he was. Him. The man I would love to meet and just sit with in silence. Just to know he was next to me would suffice. I'm not sure I could speak around him at all. A stunned silence, slack jawed, dreamy eyes would be the best I could muster.
RAY BRADBURY. I pulled Driving Blind off the shelf. Ah Ha! I haven't read this one!! Thank God he's so prolific.
At home Bella continued to howl. I finally fed her something she wanted and gave her a bath. The water soothes her little soul. As she splashed, I sat on the tile floor and read. My jaw unclenched. My eyes aren't squinting. And that crevasse in my forehead is gone. RAY BRADBURY.
What's your Bradbury?