Unhinged but not broken

The Big Wind blew our wisteria off the brick facade. I was so relieved to see that the vine was intact — unhinged but not broken.

And then I had to laugh. Metaphors are a way of life, aren’t they? It took my husband awhile to get this about me (he’s an engineer — it took me a while to get this about him). I, too, am unhinged but not broken.

Perhaps “off the wall” is a bit better, though?


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