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clevermanka) wrote2003-05-14 08:53 am
clevermanka) wrote2003-05-14 08:53 am
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Just my luck
Just let me say to the Fates that I am not complaining. I'm observing. OK? So none of your tricks.
In the grand scheme of things, I am a very fortunate person. I was raised by near-perfect parents in a good middle-class environment. I have no debilitating health problems. I am in a happy relationship with a man who loves me very much. My cat does not generally shred furniture or go outside of her box. I have a good job that I don't mind too terribly awful much. My debts are not insurmountable.
It's the little things.
This Friday I leave for California for a week. First I'm going to TribalFest 3, and then I'm visiting a friend for a few days. Now, back in Lawrence, there is a really great band playing on Friday night, and then another really great band playing on Saturday night. I have lived in Lawrence for fifteen years and this has never happened. Seriously. And I'll be out of town. It figures.
Last week our air conditioner died. We had a new one installed on Friday, May 9. Now, we were lucky that it never got above 80 that week and the following Saturday it was a muggy 85. Yes, well this morning at about 4:00 a.m., Dean woke to the sound of running water. The valve on the water to the washing machine had broken and we had over 25 gallons of standing water in our utility room. More of this water had leaked completely through the floor and flooded our downstairs furnace room which of course houses the barely 5 days old air conditioner. There was still water leaking out of it when I left for work this morning.
Now, these are just two examples of things that happened this week. But this stuff happens to me all the time. I'm like one of those cartoon people who has the raining cloud over their head, only mine isn't really bad enough to be rain. It's just sort of a low-hanging fog. And after dealing with it for so many years, it's usually kind of funny. Sometimes it takes a few weeks for it to be funny, but...
So I was thinking that maybe this is my mutant power. I absorb potential personal tragedies (traumatic upbringing, abusive relationships, crippling disease, tornadoes) and then convert them into small annoyances. Not too bad, but if I'm a mutant, I wouldn't mind looking like Famke Janssen, too.
In the grand scheme of things, I am a very fortunate person. I was raised by near-perfect parents in a good middle-class environment. I have no debilitating health problems. I am in a happy relationship with a man who loves me very much. My cat does not generally shred furniture or go outside of her box. I have a good job that I don't mind too terribly awful much. My debts are not insurmountable.
It's the little things.
This Friday I leave for California for a week. First I'm going to TribalFest 3, and then I'm visiting a friend for a few days. Now, back in Lawrence, there is a really great band playing on Friday night, and then another really great band playing on Saturday night. I have lived in Lawrence for fifteen years and this has never happened. Seriously. And I'll be out of town. It figures.
Last week our air conditioner died. We had a new one installed on Friday, May 9. Now, we were lucky that it never got above 80 that week and the following Saturday it was a muggy 85. Yes, well this morning at about 4:00 a.m., Dean woke to the sound of running water. The valve on the water to the washing machine had broken and we had over 25 gallons of standing water in our utility room. More of this water had leaked completely through the floor and flooded our downstairs furnace room which of course houses the barely 5 days old air conditioner. There was still water leaking out of it when I left for work this morning.
Now, these are just two examples of things that happened this week. But this stuff happens to me all the time. I'm like one of those cartoon people who has the raining cloud over their head, only mine isn't really bad enough to be rain. It's just sort of a low-hanging fog. And after dealing with it for so many years, it's usually kind of funny. Sometimes it takes a few weeks for it to be funny, but...
So I was thinking that maybe this is my mutant power. I absorb potential personal tragedies (traumatic upbringing, abusive relationships, crippling disease, tornadoes) and then convert them into small annoyances. Not too bad, but if I'm a mutant, I wouldn't mind looking like Famke Janssen, too.
Re: California?
The Ides of May
Best,
Chris
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Poor girl. When I get back we'll have coffee and little cakes and commiserate.
Still standing