[LEMONS] 12.21.2001
Yesterday was a very bad day. Allow me to chronicle.
It began innocently enough. I sat at the computer, doing my thing, working on two stories, and generally having a typical morning. My mother and Harp's parents (and brother, but he's easy) are both coming into town, and I've got a lot to do before they get here. So just before noon, I set out, in the rain, to accomplish some of those things.
As I walked down Fulton Street towards Divis, on my way to the honey-baked ham store (I had to tread because they were not answering the phone) I noticed a box on the sidewalk.
"Hey," I thought,"that looks like one of my boxes." As I got closer, and looked in the box, I noticed that it was full of my stuff. Or, rather, partially full. Coming across a box partially filled with your belongings in the street in a little unsettling. Just past the box was Harper's car. One of the windows was busted out. Things were stolen. My things, her things, our things. From here on out things just went to hell.
-While trying to call a glass repair shop, standing on Divis, there is a wreck at the intersection (not a bad thing, but certainly ominous)
-I couldn't print up a file I needed to at the Copy Shop
-The glass cost $30 more to repair than the shop originally thought it would (privacy glass)
-The place where I was going to get Harper's present was closed. Permanently.
-A person I'm trying to interview rebuffed me
-It wouldn't stop raining, and I was on foot. Everywhere.
At this point, I decided to stick around the house, and concentrate on chores. Clearly, the world outside was against me.
-A tablecloth I put in the laundry turned the entire load red
-The toilet overflowed while I was cleaning the floor around it
-The sink stopped up
Okay! The house is infected, eh? Time for a fucking drink, my man. Do what they taught you to in Alabama when things get ugly and get to drinking. When times turn tough, turn to the bottle. The bottle *always* loves you.
-except when your wine has turned to vinegar
Thank you, today, for coming and not being yesterday.
- l i n k -
