7:: cussing the calendar

This Sunday the calendar will tell me it has been seven years since I held him. I will call it a bold-faced liar…a son of a motherless goat…a deceitful devil- cause there is no way that so much life has passed since I gazed in his almond eyes. And then I’ll feel foolish for cussing at a calendar and I will come to accept that it is not the calendar but me that needs adjustment. But I am inflexible- always have been; the type that counts the sins of calendars though everyone knows better. Grow...