November Days... Friday the 13th..5 Days More

The weird part of this whole experience (at least one weird part) is the fact that in the calendar notebook my entry is in (Bylines), happens to be visible next week. November 15-21.

This is that calendar thingy written by an assortment of writers who submitted essays on their writing inspiration. I decided to make fun of the whole precept and cited watching Judge Judy as the secret behind my inspiration to write. Oh sure. I just so happened to be watching the show when Geri told me about it. Light-bulb! A story was made up. It was the one funny entry in a sea of benevolent, earnest female longings to be known in a literary world. Whatever.

Is that merely synchronicity or coincidence or some spirit-guided meme out of the woo-woo New Age stuff I've been dabbling in? It's this calendar book my friend Geri suggested I submit to and so I did. Geri had an entry too, and her life has undergone some drastic changes these past couple of years as well as mine.

But because of her suggestion, I wrote an essay about why I love watching Judge Judy and how she inspires me to write. Of course I mostly embellished, which is the beauty of fictionalized reality.

And it turns up on the very week we are making the Great Escape. I like the Karma idea. I'm going with that. It has all raced forward lightning quick, from the first week when we got the offer, to the now of boxes collecting in each room.

And so I've packed a couple of baker's dozens worth of boxes, most of the kitchen stuff (even pots and pans, a little prematurely, it turned out) and accidentally packed loyal husband's shaving gel and rubber tip tooth thingy. Whoops. But I asked if it would be okay to pack bathroom stuff. How am I supposed to know what's in play and what's on deck?

Of course, I'm far from perfect but I can still press my own stupid button and get a negative reaction even when I don't mean to. It's just the mouth sometimes spills stuff before the brain edits language. And sometimes I just want to be honest. Can't always do so. Risk of pissing someone off is too great to risk.

So as obscure as this may seem, the excitement is growing, the confidence is glowing and the socialization meme is coming back.

I remember!

I remember!

And in time, this whole experience will reveal as past, for past is prologue after all. And maybe only then will I be able to wrestle and come to terms with an unfathomable incident that came to pass this same week.