Thursday, June 14, 2012

I didn't die, but maybe I'm delusional (see previous post)


I didn't die from eating the inedible gill of a rock crab (see previous post,) and while I am completely annoyed with the pending real estate transaction in which I may or may not sell my house, I did find a trillion dollars lying on the grass outside my condo complex today. HOORAY!

And while the IRS still hasn't let me off the hook for a teeny weeny misunderstanding, which I was sorely reminded of this afternoon when I paid my quarterly taxes, I was not carried off by pelicans during my five-mile walk on the beach the evening before last.


And while I may soon begin to introduce myself at parties as a failed writer, I have for some inexplicable reason been invited with a nice personal note to resubmit to the literary journal that I regarded as the creme de la creme on the list of journals that comprised my last batch of multiple submissions (all but two of a dozen have sent rejections, and one journal actually rejected the same piece twice.)

And while I am currently shuttling between  two half-furnished houses where I never seem to have what I want or need, I am fully aware that this is a problem of the 1%.


And while manufactures of nice lingerie, do not seem to understand that a woman my age might actually want to buy and wear such undergarments, I have succeeded in finding a couple of matching ensembles which have underwear that conceal about 80% of my stretch marks, though the enthusiasm regarding that success was mitigated by reading recently in a New Yorker short story a description of an unattractive older woman who wore "lurid lingerie."


And while I am tired and unusually cranky this evening, I am counting my blessings.
Margaritaville is a much better locale than Divorceville.


5 comments:

Birdie said...

Can I have some of that 1 trillion, please?

Elizabeth said...

I'm just grateful and glad that you're alive.

Ms. Moon said...

Wow. What good and lovely things! Do you ever look back on the last few years and just feel complete disbelief that you are now where you are?
Amazing.

Lilith said...

Always good to count your blessings.

I'm liking divorce. So nice not to have to live with a man who dislikes me. Now when he's sulky and pissy, he's in Vancouver. Yay!

Dawna said...

How can you be " a failed writer" when you have an audience that seeks out your work?