I would really be in a state of Rant were it not for the fact that my Pollyanna persona and my Gemini duality keep seeing it as sort of a Good Thing. (IT being the rain last weekend that made us postpone our Yard Sale.) Hell, a person can live for a week with 17 boxes stacked in their Living room and on their porch, can't they?
"Sure, I can", I told myself........"and I can use the extra time to collect even more stuff and put it in even more boxes." And so I did.
Sob. It is now the following Saturday and once more the forecast has called for rain today, so once again we have postponed everything. Maybe the Pennysaver will give us a refund for the ad?
Meanwhile, sigh, on other fronts I have just found out, after innumerable pokes, pinches, scans and invasions of the bod, that my left carotid artery needs to be roto-rooted of clogs like my right one was last year and the Vascular Plumber has been scheduled. Therefore, even if the sun should shine for 24 hours next Saturday I will be unable to attend because I will be back in the condition where I can not turn my head from straight ahead to anywhere right of center for a while. They make those stitches so damned tight........besides.......the advance weather checker has just informed us that it may rain next Saturday too. How fortunate that by now I don't even notice the 17 boxes piled in the living room and on the front porch. So now it looks like we may try to have our sale the first or second weekend in December. If any of you have any pull with the gods of weather, pulleeeeze put in a good word for us, will ya.?
I don't want any of you to worry about me........I am sure I will emerge just fine and 90% additional blood supply to my poor brain can only be a good thing, dontcha think? I will probably take my laptop with me, but I may or may not feel like blogging. Last time I was evicted from the hospital after only a day so it may not even be worth schlepping the thing with me. We will see, but, rest assured, I will try to keep you informed.
In the meantime, any good thoughts you would like to send my way are always much appreciated and, I promise you that, if I should happen to be routed into the tunnel, I will definitely send you Steve Jobs' "Oh Wow 3x" message and it will unequivocably mean only Good Things.
Love ya' all.
The New Yorker covers: March 17, 1934
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