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this is a re-post of a blog from a prior site. New readers to this blog can 'catch up' on the narrative and go back into the previous entries, now entirely included here..)
BROTHER CAN YOU SPARE A LINE?
It's after 2AM on the West Coast....or maybe it's later. California's
economy...last to go into recession,always the very last to come out, is so
very lousy I expect Daylight Savings Time has lost value.
I HAVE NOT RETURNED WITH TABLETS FROM
CEDARS-SINAI...ERR
MOUNT SINAI.
That's a
Ten Commandments reference...not a
pharmaceutical one. I enjoyed my sabbatical(though anyone can always find me a
Skypeing). I didn't return with long grey hair and saffron robes or really any
revelation. So much for Shangri-La.
I wasn't on top of
Old
Smokey nor on
Top of the World, but I did
have some mighty fine
playtime on
top of some mighty
sexy men: and more than
a few were actual
human beings! (Make
of that what you will)
I was
outdoors, indoors, in a tent,
incognito,
and
inflagrante delicto. And I even got to spout
movie dialog.
ON TO THE BAD NEWS
While I've been interviewing, networking and brainstorming my
entreprenuerial ass off, no jobs have manifested themselves. And, baffling, no
roommate for my extra bedroom (see classifieds). And the weekend of Carmageddon,
I learned what its like to be a hockey puck with Hollywood Boulevard as the
rink, and a Silver Jeep Cherokee as the mighty stick who rammed in the side of my car,
and sped away. I wasn't injured but my yellow car was.
So, as of now I seem to
be about 5G's short. And I don't have either a
Rhett Butler,
Daddy Warbucks
or reliable
Ouija board to
help me out.
SITUATION WANTED
Yes, I have a plan of action, sort of. I remember someone cautioning me
about 'trading down', which is a matter of opinion. Living high on the hog is a
bit pretentious in this decade. The best defense is still a good offense. But
never have I felt so very much like the orphan I am. I am not alone:
everyone is feeling a python-like squeeze of tough times, uncertainty and
apathy, and I understand that.
A BOWL OF
DOLLY
PARTON
She gave a terrific performance at the Hollywood Bowl, but also shared her
thoughts on her life in some very frank words. She decided she was going to be
rich, and she acknowledged that she'd often paid dearly for that choice. I look
around at my own life, and realize that while not financially set, I made
choices; make choices, and it would be easy to reflect and drive myself bonkers
with regret. I have no regrets. We can't change our past, we don't know what tomorrow brings, but
we can affect NOW.
JUST SAY NO? NO.
You think getting high (or getting sober) is the quick fix. No such
luck. Hell, my closest friends and I can't even admin ourselves correctly
these days. And when partying becomes borng, you know that as addictive a
personality you might have, that blaming the drugs is bogus, like blaming your
problems today on your parents for not paying for ballet lessons at age 5(NO, not
me!) or blaming Bozo the clown, and thus, all clowns for not showing up at the
Chrysler dealer by Love Field in 1972(ok, that was me).
LIVING IS THE BEST REVENGE
My point? Look in the mirror. It begins and ends with you. No knight in
shining armor, no golden ticket in a
Wonka Bar. No waking up and having
dead Bobby Ewing pop out of the shower. I have to figure it out, and damn it I
will. I'm not going to be a victim. I have to figure it out, however long
it takes and at whatever price. I have to grow up. That
really burns
my creme brulee.
My grandmother would have nipped my whining in two shakes of a lamb's tail
and kicked my narrow ass for good measure. "Always remember, you were born
in
the
briar patch'. And with that, I'm heading to sleep and pick up where I left off
in a few hours.