I like to think of my blog as a happy place. It's somewhere I go to laugh about cooking catastrophes, knitting blunders, or just general lapses in life judgment. I can talk to the blogging world about questions and ideas, and sometimes I even get wonderful comments back (Thanks!). What a happy place!
So, I don't want to change the happy atmosphere of this blog by bringing in the negative-- especially after I spent so much time changing to a prettier layout (I am a self-identified vain blogger, and I apologize).
Therefore, instead of meandering loquaciously through all the bad things that have happened so far this week and fudging with the happy tone of my happy blog...
I'm just going to summarize:
- flat tire. 4 new tires. Savings-- wiped out.
- grad assignment, huge part of grade: did wrong. teared up in front of teacher, then in front of class. can make up-- late grade penalty.
- can no longer work with favorite tutoring client; her Mom bounced her check to my tutoring company. She tells me there just isn't money right now, clicking her manicured nails on the library countertop while her 5th grader looks at me mournfully, as if to say "tutor me for free! I need your help!" If I tutor for free I get fired. The world is just not fair.
- eye infection. I look like I got punched. Don't worry, it's not contagious, I keep explaining.
- amidst daylight savings and school emergencies, lost time to make pie. I was really excited, especially after receiving so many helpful comments of advice from you!
- spring scarf, you're lacy and pretty. But your maker is dumb, and made you out of wool, so spring really isn't your season.
My next blog post will be happy. I know I'm tempting fate, here, asking for more bad events-- but tempt I will! I'll even say it again-- My next blog post will be happy! Happiness, pie, and a well done knitting project-- it's all coming, bad luck or not.
Because at the end of the day,
a flat tire gives you the chance to see how cute your boyfriend is when he drives out to find you, changes your flat for your spare, and makes you dinner when you get home. Your step-dad calls the next night, hears about your awful week and offers to buy you a pizza delivery so that you don't have to cook dinner. Your mom leaves you "have a better day!" messages like you're still in high school and it does make you feel better.
You're alive, you're healthy, and there's still plenty of time to make pie. So really, it's not that bad of a week after all.