Monday, October 25, 2010
As luck would have it,
I collapsed on my bed this afternoon and picked up a literary journal lying next to it that I've been meaning to read. I opened it up randomly and began reading -- what else -- an essay, exceptionally well-written, by a man in his sixties with severe cerebral palsy. I got about halfway through the essay before realizing that I wasn't reading a journal specifically about disability but had, in fact, opened to the only essay in it about disability. And I realized that I'm tired of that. I'm tired, today, of that sort of luck.
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It's time for that glass of wineReplyDelete
Ever considered vampires for some light Halloween reading? The Sookie Stackhouse, TrueBlood series by Charlaine Harris is pretty wild & entertaining. I got hooked on it the first book. Fun, escapist reading with lots of sex and mythical creatures. Who could ask for more??ReplyDelete
Hang in there, girlie. Sending you a big ole Southern, "Poor Baby" and Blessings! xo
I don't blame you.ReplyDelete
Let's find you a good trashy novel.
Yes. A glass of wine.ReplyDelete
Thanks, all! I will have a glass of wine, but admit to a lot of literary snobbery -- meaning trashy books make me more depressed and I don't know why, but I'm NOT into vampires! I appreciate your efforts, though!ReplyDelete
I'm not surprised you're tired. You can get enough of misfortune. There are times we all need to switch off - glass of wine, trashy book, movie, ice cream, a sleep, your kids whatever. Switch off.ReplyDelete
god i hear you. i have gone through times where i feel that i am cursed to be magnetized to some dark thing, however it expresses itself, in magazines, movies, music, a blurb, a comment, whatever.ReplyDelete
Ever read Amy Hemple's "reasons to live"? There's a line "omens that big have to be ignored". Words to live by, sometimes.ReplyDelete