Good Things
So, my dad's eye surgery went well yesterday (the doctor's word was "great"). His retina detached after he took a racquetball to the eye last week (yes, he was wearing glasses). Which means that maybe GOD doesn't hate me (good call on the all caps, Jen. Howya like me now, GOD? I'm hoping that by the end of this, GOD and I will be tight like Logan and his Mickey's). My dad now has to keep his face pointed downward for 2 weeks (can you imagine?). He was playing his boss, and I guess if someone's going to hit you in the eye with a racquetball, that's probably the best possible scenario (the massive guilt could be convenient later).
The Toyota only needed $89 in repairs. I decided to fix the brake situation, too (pads and rotors), and it needs an oil change, so we'll actually be paying around $600. Apparently, the geniuses who designed the 4Runner made the rotors really hard to get to, so the labor is exorbitant (to someone who didn't just spend $1400 on a cast for a cat, for me it's pocket change, of course).
Yesterday I walked for an hour along the coast, breathing in some of my favorite smells: the combination of lighter fluid (bbq) and ocean, leftover partially burned wood from a beach bonfire, and wood (from a deck or stairs, usually) heating up in the sun. I love warm spring days.
Our friends Brad and Elyse are visiting on Friday night, which means I get to gush about Miss Manners to someone who cares (Brad), and gossip about everything else with Elyse.
I will have my copy of the literary journal that was foolish enough to publish my story on Friday (even if I do have to read from it--sigh).
And finally, I just saw an ex-boyfriend outside my office (I work where we both went to school, and I think he's still trying to finish up an MA six years later...). I successfully avoided him and as I peed (I was on my way to the bathroom), I decided that the reason I had avoided him was that I felt guilty about how great things had turned out for me, and how unsettled his life seems to be. Full of myself? Perhaps. Rude? Of course. But the important thing here, if we could bring it all back to me (don't worry, GOD, it's a blog--it's supposed to be all about me), is that despite all these nasty things happening to me (and my dad!) I know that I'm really fortunate. I love my life!
The Toyota only needed $89 in repairs. I decided to fix the brake situation, too (pads and rotors), and it needs an oil change, so we'll actually be paying around $600. Apparently, the geniuses who designed the 4Runner made the rotors really hard to get to, so the labor is exorbitant (to someone who didn't just spend $1400 on a cast for a cat, for me it's pocket change, of course).
Yesterday I walked for an hour along the coast, breathing in some of my favorite smells: the combination of lighter fluid (bbq) and ocean, leftover partially burned wood from a beach bonfire, and wood (from a deck or stairs, usually) heating up in the sun. I love warm spring days.
Our friends Brad and Elyse are visiting on Friday night, which means I get to gush about Miss Manners to someone who cares (Brad), and gossip about everything else with Elyse.
I will have my copy of the literary journal that was foolish enough to publish my story on Friday (even if I do have to read from it--sigh).
And finally, I just saw an ex-boyfriend outside my office (I work where we both went to school, and I think he's still trying to finish up an MA six years later...). I successfully avoided him and as I peed (I was on my way to the bathroom), I decided that the reason I had avoided him was that I felt guilty about how great things had turned out for me, and how unsettled his life seems to be. Full of myself? Perhaps. Rude? Of course. But the important thing here, if we could bring it all back to me (don't worry, GOD, it's a blog--it's supposed to be all about me), is that despite all these nasty things happening to me (and my dad!) I know that I'm really fortunate. I love my life!
posted by Lady Ursula at 12:47 PM
7 Comments:
Ooooh, Urs, GOD totally loves it when we realize how truly fortunate we are. BIG brownie points there.
Sorry to hear about your poor Dad; glad he's OK.
damn, i was all ready to comment on yesterday's post and now i'm totally letdown. you are so NOT cursed. damn it.
(here's yesterday's comment: ah, you too? glad to know God is spreading the love(HATE) around!! )
Carolyn,
Try using GOD. I think that's the trick. Not that I'm tricking you, GOD. Just showing my respect. Phew! It's tough work staying on GOD's good side...
Jen,
Thanks! Dad is in good spirits (of course his face-down sentence has just begun). Mike and I went over to make him and my mom dinner last night. I'm pretty sure that if GOD was watching, I'm getting brownie points for that, too.
Not that I want frustrating things to happen to you or anything, but I feel obligated to remind you that GOD is probably watching what you write in the comments of other people's blogs too, not just your own. And as her rep, I would suggest writing some really nice comments on mine (for a change). I'll forward them to her to make sure she sees them (you were a little forsaken there for awhile).
And can you get me a copy of that literary journal so I can put it in my bathroom--I mean, in a frame on my wall?
GO, Mr. Oberg!
I AM SATISFIED FOR NOW
I started using GOD on my blog. I’m not sure if it was a one-time event or the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship. It wasn’t an intentional move. It just sort of happened. I wrote a post in a semi-delirious state last night and this morning I re-read it and I noticed I had mentioned GOD in all caps a number of times. Not sure why I am sharing this factoid except to credit you as my source of inspiration. There is no shame in a little emulation, I say. As long as you give props where props are due.
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