The GOOD news lately is that my trip with my sister was wonderful and relaxing. And a former coworker sent me a box of popcorn balls because she remembered that I like them. Life is good when all the bad things involve only money, and the good things involve family, friends, fun and food!
Friday, September 25, 2009
On the sunny side of the street
The GOOD news lately is that my trip with my sister was wonderful and relaxing. And a former coworker sent me a box of popcorn balls because she remembered that I like them. Life is good when all the bad things involve only money, and the good things involve family, friends, fun and food!
Karma? I demand a recount!
It isn't over yet -- add to the list these tidbits: the previous mortgage holders and title company on house #2 assured us that the foreclosure notice was a mistake. Then their repo people busted down the door and changed the locks.
And then the electric company left me a note saying that there is something wrong with a wire leading into my house from a wire they replaced earlier this month, and that they will shut off my electricity in 10 days if I don't fix it.
Consider: I do not lie cheat or steal. I do NOT cheat on my taxes. I am not generally unkind, I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, and I do not kick puppies or small children. I am helpful and loyal, true to my girl scout upbringing. I appreciate my many blessings, I have never been greedy. Dogs and cats like me. Old people (except for my mother) have always liked me, too. I have lived a chaste life (mostly against my will, but still). I know there are many stinkers out there who have never had a string of events like I've experienced this year, and that's fine, I wish them no ill. But come on, Karma, I am not the one you are looking for!
And then the electric company left me a note saying that there is something wrong with a wire leading into my house from a wire they replaced earlier this month, and that they will shut off my electricity in 10 days if I don't fix it.
Consider: I do not lie cheat or steal. I do NOT cheat on my taxes. I am not generally unkind, I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, and I do not kick puppies or small children. I am helpful and loyal, true to my girl scout upbringing. I appreciate my many blessings, I have never been greedy. Dogs and cats like me. Old people (except for my mother) have always liked me, too. I have lived a chaste life (mostly against my will, but still). I know there are many stinkers out there who have never had a string of events like I've experienced this year, and that's fine, I wish them no ill. But come on, Karma, I am not the one you are looking for!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Comedy of errors -- remind me to laugh!
To recap the previous episode fro "Gail's 2009 adventures," I committed to buy house #2 before house #1 sold, house #1 has STILL not sold, I found out that house #1 needed a new roof, I found out that house #2 needed a new roof, I had numerous sad... and frightening family experiences with a close relative in intensive care for weeks, the son of someone dear to me went to prison for smuggling cocaine in his belly (after major surgery to get it out), I lost my job, I lost st. joseph (no, he's still not back).
Yesterday I found out that I AM BEING AUDITED BY THE IRS -- apparently for things they think belong to me, but were actually part of my mother's estate. (I promise, I have never, ever lied on my taxes! Now I just have to prove it.)
Think that's all? But no!!! Today, as I get ready to leave town for a week, my son called to say that he found A FORECLOSURE NOTICE on the front door of my newly purchased house (house #2). I am definitely not in foreclosure, so this is clearly another cosmic joke. Ha. Ha.
In our next episode: will that heart-pounding-choking-fainting-feeling go away if I ply it with alcohol? If I hide under the bed? If I close my eyes? Stay tuned. Watch Gail laugh. Watch Gail laugh until she cries.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Aargh
I was in such a hurry today, running from one house and tasks to another, that I left my computer cable behind . . . this means no more postin (or reading email, or playing FarmVille [sob], until the weekend of the 25th when I get back up there . . . oh how I will suffer!
Fleeting moments
My little family visit has been a roller coaster already, a reminder that things are unlikely ever to change in any permanent way. Vulnerable as a newly hatched chick, mean as a snake. What a sad and tragic combination. I leave at the end of the week for a previously planned and pre-paid trip, with a sense of guilt and relief.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake
My daughter drove up to Michigan with her dad, and will spend almost a month here. While I was waiting, I baked a cake - something I haven't done for a long time. Wow, I'd forgotten how good a fresh baked cake can be! I used the Pioneer Woman's yogurt cake recipe because I couldn't find the one for the yogurt cake I used to make. This was truly a welcome home cake, absolutely delicious!
My daughter looks wonderful, but fragile, and delicate. She is a tiny woman and has lost some weight during her difficult recovery. But she was in good spirits, happy to be here, and filled with humor and optimism; very much the child I once knew. It is good to see her this way, after so many years of demons.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Missing Person Report
Okay, I have no explanation for this. I decided to dig up St. Joseph again and move him to a different spot in my yard, and I CAN'T FIND HIM! I buried him right next to my peony (a lovely location for an exile) and he simply is not where I (thought I) left him. It's a sad world when a plastic saint would rather leave town than do his job and help me sell my house!
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