That’s the title of my favorite Dr. Suess book. It’s the last one he created before he died. I remember rushing to the bookstore on the day it was released. I read it right there on the floor in the isle of the Walden’s near my house – and back then – I even felt guilty to be going to a “chain” bookstore to get it, but Dutton’s wouldn’t have it for another week.
Every time I think I’m above it all, I find myself right back, flat-faced, molded, to the hard surface of the ground.
By “above it all,” I don’t mean in some condescending sort of way. I mean transcendent, like I’ve finally graduated, or matured somehow – where the little things no longer bother me. You’d think I’d have a real thick skin by now.
No such luck.
When I say, “The wheels are a turnin,'” what the hell does that mean anyway? Is that just something to say?
No!
I’ve been taking it “easy” this weekend by not over working. I spent some time with my nieces yesterday, along with my brother, but we didn’t end up doing quite what be planned on doing since I got a flat tire.
I have been slowly putting light, transparent layers on the aleph painting between working on various Kickstarter rewards. I think this is where I left off last we spoke.
