My life is beginning to feel like something out of the Series of Unfortunate Events. After a month and a half of paralyzing anxiety, I finally find the right chemical assistance only to have to face:
- the loss of my job;
- the paltry amount I will receive in Unemployment Compensation;
- the impending loss of my apartment (the new owners of the building want to live where we do, no doubt to feast on the tomatoes we so lovingly planted and cultivated in the backyard);
- a small tumor in my father’s pancreas;
- and all in the most unforgiving winter weather in memory.
I’ve been reacting in the most logical possible way: either by steadfastly avoiding reality by rewatching action/adventure movies and musicals, or by throwing myself into the job and apartment hunt with the vigor of a young Sabra.
The upshot of these various, often contradictory efforts is that I have a few leads, one semi-solid freelance blogging gig, one future client for my new business as a paid know-it-all, a new membership to the Brooklyn YMCA, and a mortgage application in my future, because what should one do when laid off in a shitty economy except buy an apartment?
This week will be a break from everything. I head down to DC to see Hopey get inaugurated and to hold my father’s hand, and I won’t be back until Friday, at which point my oldfriend Rebecca is taking me out for an Evening of Fun. This is a tradition for us: when she last had a series of unfortunate events plaguing her, I planned a Day of Fun for the two of us that culminated at Build a Bear where I birthed a koala named Krackden. The best part came at the register where the chipper lady ringing me up had me say the name out loud. With the courage of my convictions and ignoring the resulting look of disgust, I said, “Krackden.” He has been a comfort to me ever since.
finally! after 12 years, i’ve made the blog!! yes we can!!!!
i’m sorry things have been hard, but glad to know the warmth of __ of Fun is carrying you through. see you friday!