This and That

Here's a quickie "daily write" (sort of like a diary entry) that I did back on May 19th. I'm thinking maybe I'll intersperse some of my blog posts with past daily writes. So today I'm inserting one from five weeks ago.

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What a day, what a day: Cinnamon challah bread, New York Cheesecake, Little House on the Prairie (yes, I confess, I do love that show and still happily watch the reruns, lost in the prairie family, big bonnet fantasy), chaotic course description submitted by an aspiring Writing Salon teacher, succinct and appropriate course description submitted by another aspiring teacher, new online course description submitted by a current teacher, AND more obsessive RV fantasies leading to perusal of Airstream website and much self-questioning of sanity. What the . . . ? Oh, and a chain email letter that will make me rich, featuring feng shui money bags and the number eleven.

Additionally: Wonky spine, stubborn ribs, wayward nerves, early morning earplugs that wouldn't shut out my noisy angry thoughts about the oncologist's reception office workers, their attitude toward us clients, as if we are the enemy, the gnats that must be swatted away when we call with questions or requests that they don't think we should be asking or requesting. I hate them but I also understand that a big part of their job entails  dealing with insurance company shit. No wonder they are nasty and unfriendly.

Too many chin hairs.  They can pop out and grow faster than weeds. I remember the scene in Crossing Delancey when Amy Irving plucks her Bubba's (grandmother's) chin hairs for her. Amy, btw, in real life ended up with $100 million for staying married to Steven Spielberg for four years. They had a prenuptial agreement that would've left her with much less, but the judge nixed it, maybe because it was written on a napkin. $100 million and her hair still looks like a hot mess -- those dyed blond Shirley Temple ringlets...why, Amy?  You can afford any hairstyle in the world!

Now awaiting visit from possible next subletter, literally an infant, 22 years old with an Indian name, something like Santhya or Siddhartha. Coming to SF to intern at Twitter for a couple of months. I think he might be good. Gone a lot, long hours of intern slavery that includes weekends as well as late nights on weekdays. Our kind of subletter. The only thing better would be No Subletter.

And: I want to know what's behind my new, obsessive compulsive RV-love-affair disorder. Why do I want to go on an RV road trip so badly? I like houses. I like decorating. I like couches and normal sized appliances and hardwood floors and 24-7 Internet access. I like normal bathrooms with big tubs. I have a job. I have active cancer. I move like a slug. An entire kitchen cupboard of mine is filled with nothing but pills. I can't go on a road trip. Neither can Jack. So why? What's up? I feel (hope/wish) that some sort of bizarre RV fate awaits me despite all logic.

Comments

[Tia Oshields]

Maybe you have a hunger to experience new things. It's natural for people to seek out new adventures. An RV road trip with your loved ones can be a fulfilling and enriching experience. A disease should not stop you from going out and experiencing the outdoors, and I'm sure an RV trip would strengthen the bond between you and your husband.

[harlan lewps]

So maybe your fantasy from five weeks ago is over with now. But I can see you behind the wheel of a big ol' 100 foot Airstream, one hand on the wheel, the other on the airhorn, OUTAMYWAY YOU BASTID!, suntan on your arm below your Grateful Dead T-shirt, The Best of Tiapos on your radio, happy as a clam.

[Claudia]

Laughed so hard at your comment about Amy Irving's hair! Yeah, what is up with that? All that money and she can't get it straightened? And....I think I'd be dreaming of RV road trips if I were going through what you're going through. It's nice to dream. Hope you're feeling good today. Thanks for the morning chuckle. XO Claudia