Not too long ago I wrote that Funnygal, my resident comedienne, is AWOL. Tonight it suddenly hit me that another part is MIA: Jenny, my 7 year old. These 2 parts are the ones I’m closest to. No wonder this has been a drab month for me!
So much has been happening on the home front (a new grand-baby, a daughter in-law with a staff infection, etc.) that I assumed my melancholia was due to dealing with the unexpected. Then I chalked it up to the fact that I’m closing in on another birthday. But birthdays don’t bum me out. This thought came to me just minutes ago, huddled outside with a smoke. I’m not one of those women who freak out about her age!
As I cast about for some explanation, it hit me. Another part is in hiding, and I don’t know how to lure her out. I’m not good at this whole multiplicity thing, it stumps me left and right.
Oh Jenny, please come back: I need you!
(Jenny, my bookworm. No wonder I can’t read anymore!)