This past weekend I went for a non-destination walk to bask in the heat. I knew that eventually I would find a store that would motivate a bit of shopping. Although, I had already bought an awesome pair of pink shoes at midnight. As I walked I remembered the broken dragon back in my house. That dragon represents a wonderful time with my son at a pirate fair. I felt a grand need to fix it. And, to fix it immediately. I came across a CVS and headed straight in with a mission. I needed strong glue to piece my dragon back together.
The cashier at the CVS pharmacy store asked me whether I had ever used Gorilla Glue before. I noted that I had not. He advised me that it was super strong. Maybe too strong. I needed to use caution. I smiled and thanked him for the advice. Strong is what I needed.
I arrived home and excitedly grabbed the dragon and tried the glue. Then I became deflated. It didn’t work. it didn’t work. It didn’t work. I felt that the dragon represented this broken world. It had been strong. It had warm memories. Yet now its head was cut off. And, no highly touted fix could mend it. What am I to do with a broken head?