Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The Wheel Of Fortune
I've tried every fortune-telling device there is: crystal balls, eight balls, tarot cards, tea leaves, Chinese fortune sticks, animal teeth. I've had a lot of luck in my life, both the good and bad variety, but mostly good. I can't complain. An ancient philosopher once noted the road up and down are the same road; my dad merely said, From the shithouse to the penthouse and back again. Both trips give you insight, the only thing I ever really wanted from life, the truth I tried prying out of all those instruments of the future perfect tense. Or perhaps that's not the whole truth -- I wanted reassurance. That everything would be okay, that nothing bad would happen. And yet it did, and weirdly that was okay.
After I recovered from my ruptured appendix, a lot of my hair fell out. Seriously it did not like the anaesthesia and apparently enjoyed falling out in clumps as retaliation. My metabolism went awry, like a compass that couldn't find north. Not big deals in the long run, not at all. My hair grew back, my weight stopped bouncing up and down. I still like all the metaphysical stuff, still enjoy imagining what may or may not be. You never know where the car is going to take you. The main thing is to pay attention to what is passing outside the window.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Oh, that I had wings like a dove. For then I would fly away, and be at rest." Psalms 55:6
Biography suggestion: Molly Ivins: A Rebel Life by Bill Minutaglio and W. Michael Smith
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday! As to Tim, thanks so much for the sweet compliment on the new color. I'm about to do something new, but no worries, I'll always stay dark. I once tried blonde streaks with my dear Stacey at the helm and even she could see that there was no doing and my hair revolted against them. As for Dave, thanks for the correction in gender on the last post -- as to your suggestions for male company, I shall take it to heart. Paging Ray Drecker . . . As for castration jokes and marriage, I think you're only in a totally sexless marriage if your wife forces you to put an "I Love My Wife" bumper sticker on your car.