Tag: fortune

  • Collecting Stuff

    You may rue the day you started collecting those beer steins.

  • Unexpected Rainbows

    The other morning, I went into the kitchen to fix some breakfast for me and my dog, and the entire room was full of rainbows. It didn’t last long, and no, I wasn’t hallucinating. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Diamond-like drops of water were hanging down from…

  • Good for You…

    Please tell me I’m not the only one who feels this way. Someone I love has just had the best thing happen to him. I mean, the kind of luck that only strikes you about as often as lightning. And I’m so happy for him it brings tears to my eyes. But. At the same…

  • Perspective

    This country is going to hell in a handbasket. I’m not getting any younger. I’ll never be able to afford to retire or own a home again. And I’ve pretty much given up on romance. If you’re looking, it’s usually not hard to find things to be discouraged about. In fact, it’s pretty easy. It’s…

  • Having What I Need

    I had another epiphany last night. (I know. Watch out!) I can’t afford to adequately heat my home, but I have a warm sleeping bag, a comfortable bed, a roof to keep the rain off my head, and walls to (more or less) block out the wind. I’m starved for human contact, but my dog…

  • A Story About Reframing Misfortune

    This month, the theme for the monthly storytelling group I attend was “Starting Over”. I’m the poster child for that, but I didn’t feel like being too intense this time, so I thought about a blog post I did a while back on the Evil Eye. That’s the story I told, with some modification. If…

  • Fortune Cookies

    I’ve never liked fortune cookies. They always taste stale to me, and I don’t really like slips of paper inside my food. And here lately, any fortune would probably smack of cruel irony, so I’ll pass. It’s amazing how resistant my friends are to me choosing not to partake in the whole fortune cookie thing.…

  • Dumb Luck

    I’ve never considered myself to be a particularly lucky person. I’ve never hit more than two numbers on the lottery. I’ve never bought a dusty item at a yard sale that turned out to be worth millions (or even hundreds). I’ve never dated anyone who didn’t turn out to be just as bat sh** crazy…

  • The Evil Eye

    Location: Some Nameless Godforsaken Village in Northwest Spain Year: 1986 So I’m with a friend, sitting in a café that overlooks a green slimy swamp. To say we were in the middle of nowhere would be generous. You couldn’t even see nowhere from where we were sitting. I had no freakin’ clue how this restaurant…