Thursday (11/29), I hopped on a Greyhound and set off for Georgia to visit my family and see my doctor. It took 23 hours to get from Dayton OH to Augusta GA, and I didn't sleep a wink from 6am Thursday to about 2pm Friday (yesterday). Part of this is because I didn't take my nightly meds Thursday. I couldn't, really, because the crowded bus from Nashville to Atlanta prevented me from reaching the bag holding my prescription bottles. So, I spent the trip being nudged, jabbed, and kicked by the sleeping son of an angry knife enthusiast (it's a long story into which I'd rather not go).
To make a long story short, I had some interesting (racing) thoughts that night/morning. From Atlanta to Augusta, I had a pleasant memory of a creative childhood school project. My first-grade (or thereabouts) class had a visitor, and we were supposed to show our gratitude by making cards for her.
Well, I liked to draw (badly), so I drew her a crude bear holding out its arms for a hug. I knew the word "bear" had more than one meaning, but wasn't sure what that meaning was. The best thing about childhood innocence for a creative type is that if you don't know the meaning of a word, you can make it mean whatever you want. Kind of like my current standpoint, "Anything is possible in a hypothetical situation." (Thanks, Mr. Delionbach!) So my card had a drawing of a hugging bear saying, "I can't bear you!" What a wonderful endearing term... or not. My teachers had a good laugh and made me change it to, "I can't bear to be without you!" Good thing, too. But anyway,my childhood creativity and cluelessness made me smile and I wanted to share it in the hopes it would make others smile as well!
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