This picture I chose because what kind of picture do you use related to your own death? Get it? I love this painting! It is probably the way it is going to be in whatever place it is that I’ll be going…whenever…
Wednesday, March 30th, 2011…Raining, didn’t get the newspaper…some good news on the phone, some not so good news on the phone…Duke Women’s BB team lost last night, but… still there is heat in my castle, I am breathing through the two little holes on my face (my nose), and had a good laugh with Miss Raylene, because…
I was telling her about my worries that when I die I don’t want to leave a mess for my daughter to clean up. I meant, my papers in order, you know, all financials taken care of, and so on and so on. Then she said “it doesn’t matter what you do, when you die, you always leave a mess.” “Dying is messy.” I cracked with the best laughter I have had in a long, long time. She is absolutely right! Dying is messy. Just thinking about it makes me laugh in spite of some other crapola that crept into my life around midmorning.
What am I to do with stuff that shows up at my door uninvited. Well, I decided to watch the Paris movie that I bought yesterday and ignore everything else floating around me, because I thought that watching pretty Paris will make me forget the issues. Oh my! The movie is about ten love stories, but all of them are depressing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Had to put the control on Stop. Couldn’t deal with my issues, and the issues of the depressing Parisians at the same time. Time to go to sleep already?
Had my lunch (salad). Depression affects me up to a certain point. Skinny jeans are more important than any depression that may contemplate to attack my psych. That’s the way it is around here. Only one square of chocolate today. Have gained two pounds recently because the weather have not allowed Miss Raylene and this schlepping body of mine to do any walk. Life gets so complicated sometimes.
But as I have some other times said “Bring it on, baby” Me and my skinny jeans can take it, even if the zipper doesn’t close at the moment. Oh, yes, can close it by laying down on the bed, then I become totally flat and zipper goes up.
As you can tell, even in my somewhat darker moments, there is always something to laugh about…even when I think about dying and the mess I may leave behind. Let somebody else do the cleaning. Sorry Milagros, I’ll try not to be too messy.
So it was today…hoping for a brighter and sunny day tomorrow. Need to get out of this house!
Your Happy Contessa