No, that’s not really what I mean. That phrase refers to a stone that tumbles and moves along, not staying in one place long enough for moss--or a family of mosses--to cling and make a home. It may be propelled on its course by wind, water, earth shifts or even human hands or shovels.
Our family stone keeps rolling but not for lack of trying to get it settled, as in a calm brook or beautiful riverbed--in a nurturing, nourishing, steady state where a colony of pretty mosses (our Figgy is moss-obsessed, BTW) can flourish and thrive.
Expectations and timeframes change. Good things happen. Worries pop up. A program start date shifts and the safety net is tweaked, to keep the rock safer longer even as one day rolls into another and another.
But Figgy is flying home from Florida over grad school break and will be here for Skippy’s 15th birthday in March.
Yay.
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