Stealing the title of Star Trek's TNG finale. It was a great two-parter. My favorite scene is the last one. Captain Picard, who's never joined the officer's weekly poker game before, shows up and asks if he can play. They welcome him to the table and hand him the deck. I forget what game he called and what cards were wild, though I remember him ending with "and the sky's the limit." That's a neat sentiment to end on. Does the sky have a limit? I suppose it depends on how one defines "sky". There's certainly scientific terms to differentiate the layers and types of clouds and atmosphere levels, but that seems a rather dry way to explain the sky. Poets speak of the sky and the heavens, sometimes interchangeably and other times as distinct places. There's children everywhere who've dreamed of flying, by plane or space shuttle or fighter jet through an endless view of blue. That leads my thoughts the Never Ending Story. Atreyu is task
It's been a reaaaaally long winter. If you don't live in the midwest you'll just have to take my word on it. Nearly broken snowfall records, dreary days on end and I have gone a bit crazy. Okay I guess 'crazier' is the proper word. Family stuff. Work stuff. Life stuff. I feel like a bear waking up from hibernation; like the woman who's been living my life for the last six months was a different me. And she was in a way. The last six months have been crazy. Good and bad. Exciting and disappointing. High and low. I have experienced all the rollercoasters of life again and emerge...okay. Certainly not unscathed. Definitely not the same. Three steps forward, two steps back but hopefully still ahead at the end of the day. Back in September my last living grandparent passed away. Harry Patten was 95 and 3/4 years old. Just about three months shy of his 96th birthday. It was hard but no unexpected. But there is no real preparedness for losing a loved one. God ga