See this is how it is. There are both bottoms and tops in every single day, the tips and the valleys, the rises and the falls, the suddens and the expecteds, and they can come as a grand slam, whatever that means. Like my teeshirt drawer. That’s tops, obviously. Bottoms are either above in the lingerie drawer or they’re fighting for space in the bottom bit. Actually, the whole thing confounds, me, bothers me a lot. I am a woman who is not remotely interested in loads of drawers. I want one for tops and one for bottoms, The End. However, due to my Suddens, I have ordered top stuff, always a regret as this slimy, badly made sh*t arrives after two months. They need a wheech.

It thinks me.

Do I actually address the tops and bottoms of my life? Ok, the easy stuff is I will go up there and pull out drawers, knowing the self of myself, eventually, and thus filling a bag of badly made stuff which will become what? Can’t think about that. My sisters, my brother would never be drawn in to this foolery. I just know it. But, beyond the clothing and buying fiction, I think about the meaning of those words, old understanding.

Bottoms meant Valleys. Tops meant mountains. I like knowing that. It takes my mind beyond the buying nonsense, the devilish pull of it. What it seems to mean today. On an airy note, I did check my tops drawer and was laughing a lot as, after a shower, I pulled out a pair of badly made pants. i snorted, I did. There was an unravel…..I took it, pulled, and pulled, until those bottoms were lopsided at best. And what jinked me was this….I know about connection, about sewing things, big things together, and you can’t even get this basic thing right?