Luck Be A Lady (Revised)

Just when you think things are slowing down, your phone starts ringing off the hook again.

It’s the luck of the draw, the choice of the straw, the suddenly free parking space in a hot, seething sea of cars.

(I’ve used one or more of these metaphors incorrectly, but I think I’ll leave my copy-editing chores at the office today and venture out to grammatical incorrectness once in a whale.)

I’m lucky, I know it.

I’m blessed beyond belief.

Yesterday I was whining about Murphy’s Law, and why oh why did it have to happen to me then – all in one day, my car broke down, which then needed around 24T for repairs, then my chair folded up under me, then eventually the world, when I’d had to reject a poor slob who I’m sure will make a nice husband for some milkmaid someday, then there’s the fucked-up zipper and bad hair, not to mention the actual office very nearly self-destructing around us, what with a dead mouse rotting away in the circuitry boards. It was a horrible day, one for the books, and I don’t mean fiction.

“You win,” said K.. I’ll see her at the Body Shop sale tomorrow. What are the dynamics of failed lesbian love? I’m new to this. I’ll need a tutor, a how-to guide on sexual perversity. So, anyway, back to being lucky.

Before midnight struck, turning the day to April 1-3, I got an incredible, amazing, stupendous, whoopee wow wow let’s do the dance of joy! offer. Hopefully, it’s one of my dreams come true. I don’t want to jinx it so I won’t say it until it’s sure.

You never know with luck, it’s about as unpredictable as the needle on the weighing scale, which by the way, Ian, I am sure I shall conquer. God help me, don’t let me see another chocolate cake or I shall have to wave my white flag. I’ve another battle to wage, this time against carbs and more than once-a-day-meals, but by golly, I’ll run on that treadmill till my spirit goes out of my body and wanders around Hidalgo, looking for Lomos, or the boy who swam away.

He’ll come back in one form or another, and if he doesn’t, I’ll always have my Dream Come True (knock on wood, God willing, que sera sera).

Here’s to luck, friends, let her be a lady. Or at the very least, a beautiful woman in a blue dress.