where’s the thread?

“The picture doesn’t match the story…,” said Thalia.

“We’ve been up since 3:00…let’s not nitpick, ‘kay?” asked Calliope with an edge. “We asked a question in our title and it looks like Henny is searching. It matches well enough!”

“You don’t have to raise your voice Calliope,” said Thalia. “Yes…the picture works well enough. Why would Henny be looking for thread? That photo is from last winter…”

“No dog ever steps in the same snowbank twice, for it’s not the same snow and she’s not the same dog?” Urania attempted some levity. “I think Heraclitus would approve, don’t you?”

“My thoughts are with John Muir…When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.” Calliope replied. “We were up at three because of indigestion, a grouchy shoulder…and a Friday filled with mind inputs as bountiful as an Easter brunch buffet.”

“We never go out for Easter brunch…where’d that come from?” asked Thalia.

One look from Calliope and Thalia went back to her knitting.

“The indigestion is easy…tacos and apple walnut torte at 8:30 pm had trouble written all over them,” Calliope continued. “And yet, family dinner is a priority. Why are bait shops open until 8:00 pm in the dead of winter?”

Ignoring the question, Urania added, “And the shoulder? We all know the hip bone’s connected to the leg bone…and it seem the trapezius is connected to the sinuses and the psoas?”

“Old news…,” Thalia ventured further, throwing caution to the wind, “What kept us up is…trust?”

“Yes…we learned about the idea of a trust economy yesterday…people taking matters into their own hands…or…taking personal responsibility?” asked Calliope.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” asked Urania.

“What if it’s neither good or bad? What if it’s simply evolution…dog and snowbank in transition?” asked Thalia.

“Nice job tying back to the photo Tal,” Calliope said with a wink.