Hangin' out the dark stuff

I just tried hanging some dirty laundry out to dry here and it just didn't work. I was trying to talk about what it feels like to not get paid, or to get paid less, for the work I do, and it just sounded like whining. I mean, there are so many other more important issues out there. I should just be grateful that I've had the opportunity to do this for so long.

But right now I suspect any post I write will sound like a whine. Because the truth of the matter is that I just put my daughter on a plane to the east coast, and I won't be seeing her again for several months, so I'm sad. And when I'm sad, the droop shows as clearly as the laundry hanging from this woman's windows; I've never had much of a poker face. I might try to brighten things up -- you have to admit these colors are pretty much pure pleasure -- but you'll still know.

And you know, as I do, that the sadness will pass, the hole she leaves in my life will fill with other things (my husband thinks a "real job" would be an excellent candidate for that) and I'll see her again when summer comes around. But right now all I have to hang out here is the dark stuff. And even puttin' that out there is a bit of a stretch today.

Sigh.