The Uphill Slide

There is always something.

The Itch

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Itchy? Poison ivy. Again. I pulled some weeds from the fence separating our concrete yard from the neighbor’s grassy one. It started with the grapevines that grasped and clung to the fence, trailing out onto the concrete. Control yourself! Then I saw them. Those three-leaved plants that I know so intimately. They like me, and they don’t like everyone. I pulled to protect my grandson who does the exact opposite of what I say. Stay away from those plants!

Welts on my arms. Itchy eyelids. But maybe that was the uncustomary eyeliner. Itchy, itchy. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. ¬†Until my arms were red. It felt so good! One scratch led to another and another and another. I ran my arms under hot water. The tingling nerves felt good. I used the washcloth to scratch. But you can’t win. Feeling good about something so wrong.

 

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