In Greek mythology, Tantalus, a son of Zeus was condemned to stand thirsty and hungry, chin deep in water with exquisite fruit-laden branches hanging above his head. When he bent over to drink, the water receded, when he reached up for fruit, the branches would be blown upward out of his reach.
Today, I feel like Tantalus, with what I need always just out of my reach . . .
Posted by Oddybobo at January 11, 2006 01:27 PM | TrackBackAyuh... I hate being in that position.
Posted by: Contagion at January 11, 2006 03:42 PMJust breathe. Yoga breathing, Lamaze, whatever you want to call it. In and out. Slow. It really helps keep me from getting frustrated and impatient.
Posted by: caltechgirl at January 11, 2006 03:48 PMTake care of you! I am sending happy thoughts your way....
Posted by: RIchmond at January 11, 2006 09:31 PMI feel the same way when I go to grab my wife's butt just as she starts to walk away :-)
Posted by: Harvey at January 12, 2006 08:44 AMI hate that...
I hope the waters stay, and the tree bows for you.
Posted by: That 1 Guy at January 12, 2006 09:56 AMTantalus should have laid face down to get rid of all the water then jumped up and cut the tree down.
Fruit have water in them. It's called juice.
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