Sticky Sand

I am thinking of the sandbox metaphor for this class and relating it to an episode of Ellen that I just watched. She was interviewing the model who made the cover of the swimsuit edition of a magazine. During the photo shoot she had to roll in the sand. Ellen's comment was that it must have been uncomfortable because the sand gets into all kinds of annoying places and just sticks there. The model went on to talk about weeks later finding a piece of sand in her hair while on a flight and how it was embarrassing because she had to scratch it out of her hair and then examine it. Rather a meaningless conversation, in true Ellen style, but that's what I'm feeling right now. Sticky sand is making me uncomfortable and I know that what I really need to do is take one grain at a time and examine it.