I really have been trying to stay perky and upbeat.
To be positive so as to attract positive things.
Two people of my acquaintance died in the past week, and a sort-of-former-colleague of my mother's was buried on Monday, to boot.
I'm so deep in the hole I can't see daylight, and no, I haven't spent a single nickel on myself in months. Months. I just keep trying to give to charity and, woohoo, more hole.
I put change into the boot every time we passed the fire station for a whopping twenty minutes of fireworks.
Not to mention that Elizabeth is currently making out with Anthony in For Better or For Worse. I want her to be happy, not just to settle for Anthony because she knows him and he's "safe." (I also lost a bit of respect for him when he accompanied her to court, then, knowing she was in emotional and fearful knots, added a little extra stress to her life by asking her to "wait for him." Way to step up and be unselfish, Anthony.)
I'm not sure who the Secret or the Charmed Life is working for, but I think they're getting all my good luck.
However, I am all about giving it a fair shot.
• When our twenty minutes of fireworks had been used up, we did not have to walk a mile to our cars (or try to find a bathroom along the way), then crawl through traffic, using up tons of expensive gasoline in the process, to get home. We just turned around, went back inside and closed the sliding glass doors. Yay balconies with unobstructed vantage points of the sky over Bradley Point.
• I had the following conversation with my husband on Monday, about my mother's sort-of colleague, whom we both knew was terminally ill.
Me: Mom tells me they buried Mr. Attorney today.
Him: Oh, wow; he died?
Me: No, they just buried him. He should be digging himself out any second now. Here's your sign.
• I didn't have to work yesterday or today.
• Carl Sagan is still rocking my world.