Friday, July 9, 2010
While camping during the 4th of July weekend (well, I don't actually camp, but Wooho does, and I provide the camping opportunity), her tent broke. The zipper. Shot. I think the damn thing is only two years old, too. Bummer.
Dragged my cousin and her engineer husband over to the tent and made them try to fix it. The engineer declared it toast. The cousin declared it toast. I declared it toast. The cousin said, "Can't wait to see how you work this into your blog."
"The wheels are already turning," I assured her.
One just can't look at a zipper that will not zip and not think how much that's a metaphor for life. When things are lined up, they're easy. When they aren't, they aren't. Simple as that. You can force the damn thing shut, but that never works. You can go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, hoping to get it back on track, but still, when it's done, it's done. When you need a new zipper, you need a new zipper.
But not a whole new tent.
* Photo from http://yankeewarehouse.net