How long I have been soldiering on?
Seems like ages you’ve been gone.
Tears, regrets, remorse have I
There’s just no sparkle in my eye
No sunshine glint here any more
Only dullness at the core
Nothing helps, I have to say
I know. I've tried. But life's still grey.
No matter how I try to shine
Nothing works if you’re not mine
I miss you so, I need you too
Just how much, I never knew
Water spots and soapy rings
Brillo marks on everything...
O shining platters, sparkling glass
O dishwasher, I miss your ass.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Pennies from Heaven
Pueblo Bonito Sunset Beach Resort
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
I’m sitting poolside at the top of a little mountain in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. My son and his novia Hannah are beside me and they appear to be in love. She’s just the girl I have been hoping for and I already love her to pieces. My husband is deep into his book and has that “soon to be asleep” look on his face. Life couldn’t get any sweeter than it is.
Or so I thought.
Then I finally got into a wi-fi zone here at the resort and read my emails, and there among all the ads, real estate notices for hovels in South Hampton, requests to have my long-dead Jeep in for service, and suggestions that I check out some of the fabulous bargains on eBay, there in the middle of the morass was a letter from Penny.
Now I don’t even know Penny, but she made my day, let me tell you. I have gotten rather lazy and distracted lately, especially since my pathetic attempts at making jewelry have met a measure of success – I mean, a necklace for a rock group, what a coup! And people are ordering my Baby Mama Bracelet for wives, grandmothers and baby shower gifts. I’m a happy puppy.
But like Erma Bombeck, who used to polish her paper clips rather than get down to the business of writing, I have been using any and all excuses to not do what I really should do. At least that’s what the universe appears to be telling me. Write, they say, and so I should.
And I’ve been getting away with it, despite prompts from the dedicated blog readers among my friends and family. Yeah, sure, sure. I’ll get to it. It’s just that we’re going to Mexico. And it’s just that I have to make these five necklaces for the Gregg Rolie Band and none of the parts came in, so I have to scramble to make the due date. And it’s just that I’m sitting by the pool and so on and so on.
Then Penny, my email angel, comes from out of the ether and lets me know she’s disappointed in my performance. I haven’t been living up to my promise to chronicle this bumpy life of mine since we committed to the turtle life, i.e, living with our home on our backs and traveling these United States.
I’ve never met this angel, but I will be forever grateful to her, and to all those people who have been following my blog and reminding me that I still have a job to do. I had no idea that people who’ve never met me might just enjoy what I had to say.
The truth is, I’m writing a book, a novel, and basing some of her adventures on my own travels and travails in the Betty Bus. My heroine is a woman whose husband abruptly leaves her after 17 years of marriage and …. Well, you’ll just have to wait for the book, won’t you.
Penny’s little nudge about the blog was that shot of confidence I needed to continue on with the first rewrite of the first half of the book, which I’d decided just wasn’t good enough. Rewrites are daunting but if I can make this book really, really funny, maybe Penny and people like you will be interested in buying, borrowing or downloading it. Or stealing it. If Abby Hoffman didn't care, why should I.
So thanks Penny. You’ve done me a big favor, and I appreciate it. And I promise. I’ll write again soon. I' not done with these adventures of mine, for sure.
Your new BFF.
Betty
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
I’m sitting poolside at the top of a little mountain in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. My son and his novia Hannah are beside me and they appear to be in love. She’s just the girl I have been hoping for and I already love her to pieces. My husband is deep into his book and has that “soon to be asleep” look on his face. Life couldn’t get any sweeter than it is.
Or so I thought.
Then I finally got into a wi-fi zone here at the resort and read my emails, and there among all the ads, real estate notices for hovels in South Hampton, requests to have my long-dead Jeep in for service, and suggestions that I check out some of the fabulous bargains on eBay, there in the middle of the morass was a letter from Penny.
Now I don’t even know Penny, but she made my day, let me tell you. I have gotten rather lazy and distracted lately, especially since my pathetic attempts at making jewelry have met a measure of success – I mean, a necklace for a rock group, what a coup! And people are ordering my Baby Mama Bracelet for wives, grandmothers and baby shower gifts. I’m a happy puppy.
But like Erma Bombeck, who used to polish her paper clips rather than get down to the business of writing, I have been using any and all excuses to not do what I really should do. At least that’s what the universe appears to be telling me. Write, they say, and so I should.
And I’ve been getting away with it, despite prompts from the dedicated blog readers among my friends and family. Yeah, sure, sure. I’ll get to it. It’s just that we’re going to Mexico. And it’s just that I have to make these five necklaces for the Gregg Rolie Band and none of the parts came in, so I have to scramble to make the due date. And it’s just that I’m sitting by the pool and so on and so on.
Then Penny, my email angel, comes from out of the ether and lets me know she’s disappointed in my performance. I haven’t been living up to my promise to chronicle this bumpy life of mine since we committed to the turtle life, i.e, living with our home on our backs and traveling these United States.
I’ve never met this angel, but I will be forever grateful to her, and to all those people who have been following my blog and reminding me that I still have a job to do. I had no idea that people who’ve never met me might just enjoy what I had to say.
The truth is, I’m writing a book, a novel, and basing some of her adventures on my own travels and travails in the Betty Bus. My heroine is a woman whose husband abruptly leaves her after 17 years of marriage and …. Well, you’ll just have to wait for the book, won’t you.
Penny’s little nudge about the blog was that shot of confidence I needed to continue on with the first rewrite of the first half of the book, which I’d decided just wasn’t good enough. Rewrites are daunting but if I can make this book really, really funny, maybe Penny and people like you will be interested in buying, borrowing or downloading it. Or stealing it. If Abby Hoffman didn't care, why should I.
So thanks Penny. You’ve done me a big favor, and I appreciate it. And I promise. I’ll write again soon. I' not done with these adventures of mine, for sure.
Your new BFF.
Betty
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