I’ve posted and deleted this so many times. I don’t know if I should admit this, but maybe there’s some explanation I’m not thinking of, maybe I’m not going crazy or maybe I shouldn’t share this
I don’t know I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. Why.
I can’t see myself in the mirror.
A bit of a dramatic title!
B found a crack in the yard yesterday, out in the pasture, and it goes on forever. It’s the one spot in the pasture that hasn’t flooded, even though it’s a low spot, and it’s flooding everywhere here, lately. A little dry crack in the ground. It’s like a drain.
He put a hose on it and ran water for three hours. Running the water that long is disturbing to me, I guess because I’m from out West. But is it a waste of water when everywhere around you is flooding?
“Look! It goes on forever!” he said. “The water just runs and runs!” Z was running around with Puppy the sheep, singing,
“We have a bottomless pit! We have a bottomless pit!”
“Turn the water off,” I said. It made me uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to admit it. It’s just a little crack in the ground, an inch wide and four inches long. It’s not like it could harm anyone.
“Yeah, I guess we don’t want to add to the flooding, anyway,” said B. I’m glad there was a good excuse to turn it off. I laughed. It was a nervous laugh. I don’t know why.
The sheep seem to stay away from that spot- I guess because no grass grows there.