Portals

As you know, I was chugging right along with daily blogs and then nothing. It's hard to be clever and fun when you aren't feeling clever and fun. I mopped the floor today. Big deal. Some people do it at least once a week. Cara is coming home today. Is that when the fun will begin? She has a day trip planned for us this week and it's not going to be fun. I can't go into details but why do I have to be there? Simply by giving birth and actually loving your kids you will do most anything they want or be there if they need you. I love you but get your own life that doesn't really involve me too much. I ran into one of my dad's old neighbors the other day. She said her son lives in Chicago with his four kids and that's just the way she likes it. Would I be happy if my kids left town? OR as some people would say with a squeal, "At least you'll have some place to go on vacation!" There's a different you out there in another dimension. It's still you but it isn't. This you made different choices. Right now she and her husband are at their beach house on Lake Michigan. They have friends. They drink booze. They travel. They play Pictionary. They have a personal trainer 3 days a week. They don't have kids. They weren't able too. At the time this was a tradgedy for them. Now, of course, things have worked out just fine. After all, her sister had six children and they all have children now and she can get her kid fix with a visit. I wonder how many dimensions of me are out there? Would I know her if she mistakenly slipped through a portal? If there is a me out there that is living the dream than that means there is a me out there living a nightmare. I'm somewhere inbetween those two. How close or how far I am to those is something I'm not interested in finding out.