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May 13, 2011

One dollar and ninety-nine cents makes MAGIC

Listen up local folks! Smart & Final grocery store has whole seedless watermelons (the regular sized melons, not the mini melons) on sale for $1.99 each! If you are not familiar with the vagaries of watermelon pricing, let me assure you this is a crazy low price. A similar sized watermelon at Ralph's right now will cost you about $10.

You have probably guessed by now that one of my all-time top favorite foods on the planet is watermelon. I could eat it for every single meal and this week I probably will.

This has nothing to do with melons, but thought you should see this:


Since it's Friday the 13th and I'm no dummy I am not leaving the house today. Of course if you hear about a meteor or UFO or similar crash landing in an apartment in Los Angeles you know who will be on the evening news. It's gotten to the point now where it's just funny, which means I'm nearing the end of the clump. You see, in my life bad luck seems to happen in clumps. It's preferable this way. I'd rather get it all out of the way and be clear for a good long stretch. The year I started this website was a doozy but then it passed and life got good as it does. A bad luck clump involves a triad of major upheaval -- home life, personal life and transportation. Curiously, the trifecta of suck was completed this week (involves Jeep, don't ask, don't want to talk about it) and now it's got me thinking in deep philosophical terms. HEAR ME OUT.

Let's say for the purposes of this hypothesis that the bad luck clump rolls around every six or seven years or so. What would happen if in the future, let's say in six years, I moved to Paris and gave up driving altogether? Would the transportation sector of the bad luck triad switch over into failures of the mass transit system? I am actually very willing to test this theory. My apologies in advance to all the future commuters with the misfortune to be on the same train as future me, though. Tough break! Hope you enjoy the big metro strike/alien abduction/power failure that lasts six days. The good news is we all get out alive! But we need therapy.

Anyway, I have at least learned something from previous spurts of crapticular rearrangement: bad luck is just like good luck, it runs out. Life perks up and something good will happen. It's true! Trust me. I learned that six years ago. What I learned from this current clump is that when the good stuff comes in I'm not going to diminish it or make light of it or try to keep my voice down so as not to provoke the doomy gloomy proclamations of the Debbie Downers of this world. NO MORE, my friends! When the good stuff happens I am going to buy a billboard or similar and shout that news from the mountaintops. I support you doing the same in your own life. I refuse to be one of those people who spends more time bitching about the woes than whooping up the good times.

Good times, I am ready for you. This is what I am saying. Also that I will totally move to Paris if you'd like me to test my theory scientifically.

So that's what I got today, a pocketful of hope. I'm staying home and knitting on my red scarf and having watermelon for dinner. Dollar ninety-nine! What a deal.

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P.S. Don't forget we're chatting up The Great Gatsby in just over a week on Monday, MAY 23 (sorry about not adding the date and freaking you out thinking it was in two days, OOPS!!!) You can join in the book club from the comfort of your own hermit home. Have a good weekend!

Posted by laurie at May 13, 2011 12:25 PM