After reading about it in Odysseus I actually saw it in Greece. But I know it in my heart from my entire life. Between a rock and a hard place. Small ships couldn’t get through there without crashing on the rocks.
You make a decision. Should I tell on my sister or not? Should I say a politician tried to grope me in the elevator or not? It’s my life or my job. In my family I may be glossing over things but think as eldest I was “the fixer.” Unfortunately I was also the babysitter and often boss and am no longer useful in that role as we all appear to be adults.
When you’re too honest you end up between Scyilla and Charybdis more often than not. The games go on whether you play or decide not to do so.
In Junior High I had to play Killer Dodgeball, where if you got hit in the head and were still conscious, you got to play. If a ball touched you, you were out of the game. I stood in back and let a ball touch my foot and went out.
Then I met the girls’ JV Basketball team. I was little and somewhat fast and they said if I got all the balls from the midline, they’d cover me. They did and we won every game. Yes, back in the day I played the game. I may even be doing it vicariously now.
All I do is keep our home; provide for dog and my husband and assure that they are content, fed and watered. We walk, eat, sleep. And I write and shop for groceries. I try not to be political but can’t help myself there as I write. If I wrote about the grocery store you’d be bored to tears.
So, between a rock and a hard place it is. I balance family, families, trips, bills, and relationships at work and at home. When the scales shift, Dee goes to work to put everything back on track.
Speaking of on track, I now must have a list to track the number of dishes to bring to Thanksgiving! It used to be two, now it may be six or seven. I have the dog taken care of, now just need lists and flights to literally go over the river and through the woods. Y’all take care now. Dee
Cooking with Dee 