For those of you clamoring to know my Mister Fix-it’s latest shenanigans: Note long-standing jerry-rigged handle on microwave, the machine that has blown three fuses recently. I was surprised yesterday (and delighted) to hear him whisper, “We might have to get a new one.”
And lest you think this entry has nothing to do with bridging, believe me, this is one way we are as different as night and day. Agreeing across the chasm requires the bridge of patient deep breathing. While I am often grateful for his dexterity in this department, it’s times like these that I shake my head. How long, Lord, how long?
Always Bridging 
Hi Penny! I love the space you’re pointing to, the space in the wait for agreeing across the chasm. In there lies wisdom!
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