When Life Gives You Lemons……………

I am squeezing the dang lemons, but so far not a drop of lemonade.

I am reminded of the chapter in The Hobbit, On the Doorstep, when the dwarves restlessly search for the hidden entrance into the mountain, one that was hidden until Bilbo remembers the riddle at just the right moment when the thrush knocks.

I feel as if I am on the doorstep, but my moon runes are nowhere to be seen on the map and the thrush is not knocking. I would love to have an imposing wizard on my side right now or maybe even just a tiny magician.

I am shushed by wait-a-little-whiles, while my life is passing, passing, passing, and time is stealing all my dreams.

Something must be done. Laters.