They always say time changes things,
but you actually have to change them yourself.
~ Andy Warhol
The Borders in our town just went out of business, but I imagine that they must have a whole section devoted to year-in-the-life blogs that became books and sometimes movies.
I am not daunted. Lots of stuff has been written about pasta but nobody is backing off of that topic, either.
My birthday is tomorrow. From March 27, 2011, to March 27, 2012, we're going to look for luck, and we're going to embrace new challenges, and we're going to see what happens in the next 365 days.
I think I found a bit of luck today, in a roundabout way.
Yesterday, after a week of feeling kinda blue, I decided that although I never celebrate my birthday, I would host a little, minor soiree on Sunday, and have a couple of friends over. We'll knosh and talk and laugh and it will be a "yes" rather than my annual birthday "nah." I'm making an effort, here. This morning, I planned to stop by to Farmers' Market and the grocery store to buy some goodies for my little party.
I walked out to my car, which is parked on the street.
Now I'm going to take you on a little side journey, so please bear with me:
Finances are tight and I don't have enough money to get an oil leak in my car fixed. That means instead of parking in the nice, sheltered carport (the leak is making a mess), I have to park on the street every day until, somehow, god or good luck drops about $700 in my lap. My car is also in desperate need of alignment, and must be smogged and registered to stay legal before anything frivolous - like fixing an oil leak - can be considered. And I can't afford a smog and registration and alignment right now either, so I'm really in a bad way.
Anyway, I washed my car on Thursday. By Friday morning, recent rains had splashed mud from the parkway, all up the side of my old, but freshly washed, car. Then, this morning I go to the curb to find that a covey of birds had sat upon a high branch and rained a shower of shat upon my recently clean, more recently muddied car.
So, now I'm really discouraged because I have to drive to the store in an old, muddy, shat car. Financial difficulties seem to have infinite ramifications. You can't even begin to guess at the quality or number of threads that run from, say, having a minor oil leak in the car - which is why poor people are so tired and overwhelmed. It's not JUST the car - it's not being able to park in the carport because it's making too big a mess, and then the car gets dirty really fast, and you either wash it 3 - 4 times a week, or you drive around in an old, now dirty car, which adds a whole new layer of frustration and angst - which adds to all the other reminders about how financially inadequate you are.
And then you look into the future, and like dominoes, you see a whole raft of other things that are going to happen that you can't prevent, either: What if the car is vandalized? What if some fool runs into it? And look at the damaged finish on the car - the funky lookin' clear coat is already peeling, leaving ever-larger mottled patches on the always old and now frequently dirty car and parking out in the elements will make it look even worse, and the car is already muddied and shat upon and this is where I would normally just go back in the house and say forget having friends over.
Instead, I pressed on. I went to the drive through car wash, for the second time in three days, to wash my car for another $7.00. I also bought a Lucky Poker Hand lottery scratcher. And won. $64. What luck!
I had a nice walk around town, and got some terrific food to share with my friends. I spent more than I had intended, but oh, well, it's my freakin' birthday, and I just won $64.
Then I checked my bank account and found that I must have completed the long-term, monthly IRS payment plan in which I was enmeshed for.ev.er, because the IRS has dropped in an unexpected deposit remaining from my refund, which they normally would have kept. And - it's just enough money to cover the alignment, smog, and registration for my car!
Truly - What Luck.
I'm going to bed pretty soon. I made a lovely window shade from that antique fabric panel I told you about a couple of days ago. I have some good friends and they're coming over tomorrow to celebrate my birthday. My car is clean - again - at least it was when I left it at the curb a few hours ago.
I was thinking earlier about whether the $$ stuff was luck. I know the birds crapping on the car was a direct link to washing my car to buying a ticket to winning $64 to paying for the groceries I bought for my party, so, yeah - Lucky.
The IRS thing - not really, but certainly good timing.
All in all - a good day, and I hope, a good portent of things to come.