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Nine April, Twenty Twenty-One
Yes, it’s ridiculous but I still do these things
I’m an atheist who prays and a determined go-getter who loves being out of work. Don’t try and slide any of that woo-woo stuff my way. I’m practical. I’m alert and clear-eyed. I would never throw perfectly good flowers into the trash for example.
But I also go out of my way not to step on those gas caps set into the sidewalk — bad luck — but to step on the ones that have the word water on them — good luck. I try not to step on sidewalk cracks. I hurt my mother enough while she was alive and I can’t be sure that broken backs aren’t a thing in whatever afterlife she found. I don’t do it anymore but I used to hold my breath while passing cemeteries. That probably has more to do with seldom passing them due to never riding in cars anymore rather than having rid myself of that silly, vague superstition.
I married my partner in a minivan at a drive-thru wedding chapel in Reno. Our rings? Matching indigo hoops in our left ears. I let him keep his name. It suits him.
Starting a daily writing project with zero idea where I want it to go? Yeah, that’s me all over.
Losing two pounds and deciding that the best way to celebrate is with a pint of Hagen Daz Swiss Almond Vanilla ice cream. And then walking 14,446 steps instead…
