Mister Foo once fell from the second floor railing, all the way down to the first floor. A straight shot, with nothing to break his fall. Seeing the whole thing gave me a dread pit in my stomach, both for that moment and for any chance it might happen again. And it might
happen again, because he loves to run to the railing, even where it's all that stands between him and the ground, and he leaps onto the narrow footpath he loves to amble. There is, I suppose, a lesson in here, somewhere... something about letting go, trusting others to do what they know, what they love, and let them live their own lives. (Of course all of that
tough love, letting go, release them never pays an ER bill.)
With
Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
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