So I'm thinking that maybe my luck is turning around. For the longest time all I had to do was make a plan and the universe would intervene and rip that plan to shreds. I'm not kidding. But it looks like things are starting to (caution here!) possibly go my way. It started one day when I was planning on photographing. I planned on taking sun light drenched inspired shots so I dragged my heavy bag of gear the woods and Boom! Completely overcast. For about 15 minutes and then sure as shit the sun came out. I was kind of astonished, because normally, I'm singing that old song When I want rain, I get sunny weather..... But this was a happy surprise. Then yesterday I went into the city because Peanut asked to meet me there. Part of me suspected that she was being sent as a messenger of the group to make sure I wasn't completely falling to pieces. I had to take the commuter train into the city and two subways to get to the Whitney. Not only did I magically sit in the train car which was right where I needed to get off but I didn't have to wait more than 60 seconds for any of the trains. Then after a lovely day I ended up needing to take 3 trains back to the commuter rail and the same thing happened! All 3 showed up as soon as I hit the platform and I got out right where I needed to be. Then I got a forward facing seat for the ride home near relatively pleasant people. At least the two ladies sitting close to me did not have that shrill loud grating nag-voice Long Island accent which makes me want to stab someone in the throat. (Yeah, that lady was screeching into her cell phone in the commute in) AND here is the biggest factor in my luck turn around. A bird totally shit on my purse- which as everyone knows, is good luck to be bird shat upon but if a bird has to bestow you with luck, to aim it at your easily wiped off no harm done leather purse is a pretty lucky thing in and of itself, don't you think?
Yeah, good things are coming down the pike. I just know it!!
So, I see that I forgot to mention the day when I went ape shit crazy at some kids who were speeding down my street (everyone speeds down my street) with 9 kids crammed into a little car and one kid sitting on the open window with his arms spread out over the roof of the little car. They were driving two cars behind me, and since both the kids in the tiny little Kia clown car and the SUV directly behind me were riding the bumper of the car in front they were close enough to my vehicle that my eye was caught by something odd in the side view mirror which happened to be the body of the boy who was 75% out of the car as it sped up the street. All I had to do was ask myself what I would want someone to do if Evan was doing that and I stopped my car right in the middle of the street, got out o my vehicle and marched back to tell the kids to get back in the car, except when I saw them illegally and dangerously piled in there I lost my cool. I stood there gesturing and screaming DO YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF? THAT IS HOW YOU END UP KILLED! And maybe some other unintelligible stuff because I was freaking out as if it was Evan doing that. I thought my brain was going to fly out of my head when the driver looked at me and said "I've done nothing wrong" since he was driving the car with 5 kids crammed into the backseat and 4 in the front and his idiot friend hanging on for dear life out the window. Then the kids pulled into the other lane and drove around me and off down the road. The lady who was in the SUV between us asked me if I knew them and I said NO and then some other crazy shit and I called 911 to see if the police could stop and warn them and I in such a state that I didn't even recognize my own voice (seriously, I never heard the voice that came out of my mouth during that call to the cops) while trying to relay the stupidity of these kids to the cop, who probably didn't do a damn thing about it even though I gave him their license plate number.
Had any of my family witnessed this incident it would surely go down in history, right along with that time I clubbed the world's most irritating upstairs neighbor with the husband's golf club, as a really hilarious story about how insane I can be.
Children will be the death of me.
Today I purposely befriended a woman whose daughter is now her son. I have some research to do.