Day 59: Gratitude

I've been truly touched by the kind words that this blog has received. I'm just writing about my life, after all, and it doesn't seem like the issues I struggle with or my daily routines are all that interesting or unusual. I guess it does seem funny at times. You have to keep your sense of humor above all else, I say.

And yet I've often wondered why so much of this stuff happens to me? I have near-misses in my car at least a few times every week. I have contentious conversations with sales people with alarming frequency (a woman from Motor Vehicles berated me once for allowing my sixteen year old daughter to go to school in California for four months without a credit card). I always have a bizarre tale to tell, like the scream-inducing incident with the pigeon that walked across my sandaled foot last weekend when D and I were brunching outside in the city. Feeling its little pigeon claws grasping my big toe was just too much. Am I a drama queen? Am I jinxed? I tend to think that it's because I'm pretty much of a moron and therefore I attract moronic incidents -- like moths to the flame.

However, in an e-mail that my friend M wrote me today, she said something that gave me pause. "You are one of those people that funny things happen to, in part because you are ready to absorb every detail of the comedy that is life." I like that. And then shortly afterwards I received another lovely e-mail about my blog, this one from my friend D, who wrote, "If this were a book, I would read old passages under the covers when I need a laugh or some reassurance that the travails of my life are shared by others." Thank you, thank you to all of you who have let me know in one way or another that you're enjoying my rants. It's nice to know that I've struck a chord.

On a completely different subject, let's hear it for US Open Champ Kim Clijsters, the first mother to win a Grand Slam title in almost thirty years. You've gotta love it.