Is it really only Friday?

I want to complain, vent, kvetch and the like, to somebody, about this week. So Simon and the Ettes and our readers are elected.

okay so Monday was Sept 11. Maybe it’s just me but I relive that horrible trauma on every anniversary. And what has happened in the nearly 2 dozen years since then convinces me the effing terrorists won.

Tuesday I had my annual mammogram, and the 40 or so minutes when I’m sitting there waiting to be released afterwards are, I hafta say, my least favorite time of the whole year is when I’m sitting in the chilly cubicle after the horrible compression experience, waiting to see if I’ll be released.

But I was. Then I get home, we went horseback riding, and my mare for no discernible reason had a panic attack as I was mounting, and in the ensuing méleé I got a black eye. Or rather a grayish-lavender eye. I know what’ll happen, it’ll turn green then yellow and then seep slowly down my cheek nd my neck…probably 2 weeks to go away.

Then Wednesday was my sister’s birthday, the second one since she died. I put a stone on her tombstone painted “Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice” because she is the first other I ever loved, born 5days less than a year after I was. I need her.

So that means Monday is MY birthday. I have no plans,and since I’m the only one who ever plans parties, there arent any. Fine, but at least leave me alone about it! I can’t believe how effing ineffectual everybody else is. I’M going to end up having to make a dinner party Sunday or Monday, I guarantee it.

All this is minor, minor, as my best friend woulda said. I mean, I coulda had breast cancer, I coulda lost an eye! Everybody mourns on 9/11, everybody loses people…it’s shameless self indulgence.
But, writing IS the balm. I’m grateful for this forum and for your attention if you’ve read this far.

Wednesday was my sister’s

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