Saturday, July 07, 2007
If It Doesn't Go Away
When my sister and I want to be obnoxious which is almost all the time, we yell out, it's 10:10, make a wish, even when it is not anywhere close. There's some superstition about those numbers being lucky, and of course, when I see those numbers appear, I spend the whole minute tallying up everything I would like to happen -- Please God, give me massive amounts of publications, let my hair look better today, give me more publications, let me write well today, oh, and world peace, no more bloody conflict and remember God, I did not even vote for George Bush as governor of Texas, I voted for Ann Richards and that should count in my favor! This is as close to the world of numbers as I get -- I'm almost phobic about them and when someone starts on a tangent about the beauty of numbers, I get nervous, thinking about how I can't even balance my checkbook. There's no beauty in my checkbook --it's mostly tiny scribbled notes about stories and random bits of conversation that I've overheard; to note, Would you see someone about this rash? If it doesn't go away . . . I hate that son of a bitch I'm married to . . . He tricked me into marrying him by saying he was done with that whore . . . These are worlds into which I have partial entry by merit of my bat-like hearing!
Despite living in Detroit for a decade, I've never played the numbers and have almost no memory for them, but I still remember my childhood phone number and will probably do so when I forget everything else - 325-7229. This combination of numbers keeps coming up in various forms in my life, three being my lucky number given that I was born on the third. Luck is such a strange thing! I'm a lucky person in so many ways, spectacularly unlucky in others. I think about what Hank used to quote, If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. The other day, I saw an old friend who I hadn't seen in years, and we saw a double rainbow. What luck that is supposed to represent! My friend said, It's lucky seeing you again. The last time before that I saw a rainbow was the first anniversary of my dad's death. The sky glowed with color, prisms of it that wouldn't last long, but what sad fleeting beauty lit up that morning.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The mark of great sportsmen is not how good they are at their best, but how good they are their worst." Martina Navratilova
Drinking book suggestion: Don't Drink The Water Woody Allen
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Saturday! Have a lucky 7/07/2007!