It's just as well I didn't say anything about it because it fell through. Well, not really fell through so much as never really experienced a first breath of life. The grass wasn't greener on the other side. I was just impatient, felt unappreciated, disliked, misunderstood. Now, the chef I thought didn't care, and the owner who's always had poor judgement, have united against the ones that sought to hire me away as their new pastry chef. They say that until they've made things right with me they aren't allowed to shop in our store or order anything. Until I am paid for services rendered to them, they are not to come in. My dreams will have to wait. And what dreams were they really?
Across the room Zipper, our eldest talking bird, quietly asks again and again, "Are you ok?" This must be something he learned back when my husband still drank. Yeah, I'm ok. My ego is a little bruised, but my faith has been recovering bit by tiny bit, offsetting the damage. And the robins will be here soon, I saw two yesterday.
10:58 a.m. - 2007-02-08
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