Life is Like a Box of Doo-Doo

Forest Gump said it best, “You never know what you’re gonna’ get…” Sometimes the cumulative effect of a single day will cause me to stop in my tracks and say aloud, “Come on – I’m trying really hard here. Give me a break…” This is almost always after a series of unfortunate events befall me, that are somehow completely outside my control. For example, the past three days or so my blog has been showing the ugly signs of a virus at the same time my car began to make a horrible grinding noise and the sweet kids I communicate with were going through a desperate patch – lots of fruitless emails and texts and a lot of frustration…

For anyone who was stalwart enough to find and read the blog the past few days, thank you. For the fifty or so people who wrote to ask me if I’d lost my mind or to let me know my blog had gone “haywire” thank you. I am not insane. The cute computer guy who is fixing it (the all suffering and ever patient Chris who’s explanations of the computer issues are met with a mix of stupid bitchiness and despair on my part, “What have you done?” or, “All is lost…”) forgot that every “test” post he put out went to the subscriber list in an email… The series of posts you received in Latin were not from me.

I have so much to write about. So much to say, but Thanksgiving seems passé at this point, and I’ve forgotten a lot of the pearls of sobriety I was going to share…

This is another (less blithe than yesterday) test of the machine…