"Whenever God closes a door, He opens a window." So says the Reverend Mother to Maria. (SOM) Or maybe the line is, Somewhere, or Somehow, He opens a window. Well either way, that somewhere or somehow has nothing to do with me.
In my expereince, it all happens more along the lines of God opens a window, and then while your busy looking out the window, the door opens and slams and causes the window to slam in your face. Francis flew to Vegas. Cecilia called and admited that she was unhappy and wanted (actually wanted!!!!!!) to come home., and if she came home, I could go home too! and be HOME and with CELIA both at the same time!!!!!!!The door and the window were suddenly open in my dim life. Then Celia wasn't coming home. And after 48hrs of sheer, unmitigated happiness, Francis left with even more of my heart. And now Im back in the windowless, shuttered room....inhaling stagnent Sleeky breath and praying that the war will end soon. (so i can stop hiding in the attic and see the light of the day for the first time since hitler started his anti semetic movement and my father got taken away.....o, is my situation not that bad? Im a whining pussy? what?)
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well.... i wasn't gonna say it, but.... yeah.... kinda whiny pussy. Not that I dont know it is hard for you, i do, and i do understand, but you just got a man up and make the best of it. Every experience can be a good one, it is about your attitude. I wish i did not sound like a homeroom poster, but it is true... as soon as your attitude improves, the situation will. You should try eet, yaaaaas?
ps, still havent told me how it was with Francoisz
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