Funny how things happen. Not just shit.
Confluence - flow together....
oh gosh
How to stitch all these threads - weave.
Anyway, the meat in this sandwich must be apology - the nature and form thereof.
I am distracted right now but I'll be back.
Here goes: I had promised to try to get help to understand why, as a parent of a troubled adult child, I fail to understand the origin of my progeny's trouble. Quite a task!
It turns out that the best way to restore family relations is to heal myself! What a surprise! I am being directed back 10 years when I became blissfully aware that we all come from and are headed to the same place.
Anyway, Shelto gave me a nudge and that all came rushing back just at a time when I was focusing on the stuff of now which has been, and is, quite diverting.
At this time my recall is suggesting that I had always believed that the deSoto belonged to Linda and that she had left it in my care to try to sell it. Perhaps I should try to corroborate that legend.
I recall clearly a day at Coffs Jetty when there was a gang of "classic car" club tyoe people and I tuned up with a for sale sticker on the dusty deSoto only to be frowned upon.
If all that is wrong and it was Shelto's car, then maybe I owe an apology. I googled apology and discovered that a good way to cmpose such a thing is to imagine what I would like to receive in apology from someone who had trespassed against me. I am struggling to think of someone who owes me an apology. I guess that means I've been more of a trespasser than a tresspassee.
But I guess it would be along the lines of "Oh shit! Sorry".
