Rust Water on Canvas

Today was one of those days. You know the type; the odds could totally be in your favor, everything you do, you do right, and yet, fate finds a way to drop tootsie rolls in your path. I’m not talking about the chewy center of a tootsie pop, I’m talkin’ about the kind that can clear a public pool in nano-seconds when found bobbing along suspiciously amongst children of all ages. That’s how today went for me. It was full of chewy chocolate looking rolls with a not so sweet smell. Poopy cakes. I stepped in two before breakfast.

After brunch the Takamine guitar of my dreams, the F400S that I had purchased after years of searching came UPS today. I was so happy I could have died right then, even though my two favorite pairs of slippers were smeared with animal excrement and tossed in the can. When I opened it up my heart did a flip-flop. Somehow during shipping they managed to skewer the hard wood case and the work of art inside in three places. Completely destroying my coveted masterpiece.

Then there was the nifty rusty harness pieces a friend had found for me. She knew I’d been looking for some and found me a nice pair. In my excitement I picked them up spraying my new white canvas shoes and jogging wear with rust water that drained freely from the other end. My frugal mind thought I’d be doing my thoughtful friend a favor by emptying the rest of the brown fluid into her strawberry bed. Why waste water? So I dumped…until I realized it was just spraying the whole bed with a rancid burnt sienna wash.

Moving on to my daughter’s house I quickly came down with a reaction not unlike an intestinal flu. Not a good day to stay for dinner.

I made a hasty exit and half way home realized I’d left my glasses behind. I went to use my cell phone to call her so she could make sure and keep her children from getting a hold of them. I was roaming…among other problems. I’ll spare you the entire entourage of misfortunes.
So you see, after 24 hours like that, I am ready to turn out the light and pretend that none of it ever happened. Unfortunately I won’t be getting much sleep on account of a horribly itchy rash developing in my cleavage and crawling up my chest.
6/17/2005 0:13 AM
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