Saturday, August 19, 2006
I finished the last of the Ovaltine last night, and my skim milk suffered for it, offering little more than What-It’s-Suppose-To-Taste-Like with the occasional hint of Something-Resembling-Hershey’s-But-Just-A-Little-Inferior. Here in Never Quite we’ve learned that such eventualities sew the fabric to our day. Enough stitched to Right, On Time converging intimately with Up To Par. All the misshapen Almost-Beatitudes lay next to snippets of What Could Have Been and Fulfilled, colorfully covering me as ward against reality’s cold. It’s a heavy quilt, too, even if the fabric tends to pester a bit, grabbing at the skin and constantly reminding that Finished and Good Enough and Published still sit on the table, waiting for their opportunity to join the others.