Saturday, December 1, 2007

my boat just sprung a leak.

ok. not really a leak. more like the bottom just ripped out on some jagged rocks. i wasn't paying attention to where i was going, didn't see the shoals up ahead.

or maybe i did, and just thought they wouldn't apply to me.

imagined immunity.

it's my own fault for straying so far from shore.

i used to be a very capable person. you would have marveled at the skill of my budgeting and penny-pinching. it was almost a game. made me feel all laura ingalls wilder, smart and self-sufficent pioneer stock. my favorite saying was a line from the farmer's almanac: if it won't make a pot, it will make a pot lid.

i pulled us out of debt. my schemes and lists made his paycheck enough to pay off both our school loans.

but that must have been one of the things i lost when my old life died. when i buried the housewife.

oh gods. not even praying is enough anymore.