Wear & Tear

A new year, a new season, same old flatness on the earth around here. Only dullness in the sky and domestic antipathy here at home. I heard it analyzed on the radio this morning, summed up in the title of a song called "Too Much Wear and Tear." Amen to that! There is a dumpster full of accumulated wear and tear from the time for a change of the previous two years. I hope we can work it out and not be buried, thrown out in a cathartic purge. Therapy might be an option, single and couples, too. And what about a J.O.B.? That would help many things, many evils lurking without one. When there is no anger on the surface, it is always simmering beneath it, very poorly hidden, although in public, it is well disguised. At least I think it is, and that sets up an ironic dicotomy, an unfortunate phoniness, a skewed appearance and reality and a skewered truth. Is this repairable, or has there simply been too much wear and tear? Dare I hope that the year of change, the year of the house become one of harmony and stability? "Put a little love in your heart." This would be a great time and place to start!