You Know It’s a Bad Day When the First Thing That Happens Is You Banging Your Head on the Freezer

You know how, when something really great is going on or something really crappy is going on, you just can’t write about it because you’re either too excited and therefore don’t have time to blog or you’re just so bored and over bad things happening to you that you literally cannot hit a keystroke because you just can’t stand telling the story?

Well, that’s sort of what’s going on here at House of Pity Me.

I could list for you the various and sundry ways that the shit has been hitting my fan in the last month. But look at the picture of Kyle, above. I swear, he’s the antidote.

Plus, the other night Stewart was watching a documentary series about an African tribe of people who have no actual possessions and they travel back and forth from the manioc fields to the monkey feeding grounds. They wear bizarre pieces of wood hanging from their mouths, and that’s the only thing I could see that was wrong about them. Otherwise they seemed like happy, joyous people, who didn’t give a crap that their husband just got shorted several hundred dollars in his paycheck, or that their wife just drove her Mom Car into an exposed airduct in the parking garage at work that is way too small for cars to be in it, or that their visiting guests just got a parking ticket for parking on their side of the street on street cleaning day, or that the gardener mowed over a giant pile of dog poop in their back yard. No, when they need to move to the feeding ground, they simply make a backpack out of palm fronds, stick their giant toucan in it, and hike away. They don’t even have clothes. The children cover their private parts with tar.

I keep thinking about this tribe and how they just don’t have any stuff, and they also don’t have any worries about their stuff. So, I’m going with the whole Zen attitude of “it’s just stuff, man, it’s just stuff.” Hurricane Katrina showed me that, for sure.

I’ve also been quiet because there ARE good things happening that I just haven’t found the words for lately, including a visit from some family back east. My grandmother, grandfather, and 2 aunts have been here for the past few days, and they’re leaving tomorrow. Aunt Kathy took the photo of Kyle. He was standing by the pool at their hotel saying “Splash me! Splash me!” (Except it came out “Agerrr ssusss suss errr!”)

So. There.