The View from a Drawbridge

Tag: lucky

  • The Other Shoe

    I can’t have nice things.

  • So Lucky to Miss You

    A lifetime ago, I was traveling with a friend and having a wonderful time. But at one point I did mention to her that I missed my boyfriend. (I can’t even remember who the guy was, which tells you a lot about the passage of time.) To my shock, my friend got really, really angry…

  • Moving Moments

    My friend Jim told me the other day that when he saw the Grand Canyon for the first time, he was moved to tears. I totally get that. Sometimes you are just struck by the pure, intense beauty of the moment. Since, for me, these moments are rare, they seem all the more precious. Because…

  • Timing

    For the first time in my life I have a job with a decent retirement plan. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the job until age 50, so I’m still going to have to work until I drop dead. Timing. It’s all about timing. I think about timing quite a bit. Some people are lucky enough to…

  • 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…

  • Random Thankfulness

    It wasn’t hard to come up with a blog topic for Thanksgiving Day. In spite of an annoying tendency to feel sorry for myself for the past few years, I really do realize that I’m quite lucky, relatively speaking. So here is a list of things that I’m thankful for. It’s not all inclusive, of…

  • Natural Insensitivity

    When I was about 5 years old, I had a “lucky” rabbit’s foot keychain. The fur was dyed green, which was supposed to make it even more lucky. I would pet this key chain for hours, because the fur was so deliciously soft, but I’d get this little frisson whenever I’d feel the bones underneath.…

  • My Four Compass Points

    I’m recovering from a cold and completely devoid of inspiration today, so I’ll leave you with the 4 extremes of my travels. The furthest west that I’ve been is Santa Monica, California. The furthest east that I’ve been is Göreme, Turkey. The furthest south that I’ve been is Mitla, Mexico. The furthest north that I’ve…