Nothing Works

Nothing Works

I've spent half a century knocking my head against the wall because I really couldn't accept this basic axiom: nothing works. I keep thinking all of these things should work, but sure as day becomes night, my never-looked-so-fabulous-but-can't-stand-how-you-look tricenarian juniors, and my rapidly-approaching-hot flashes-creatively bursting-quadragenarian friends--nothing works. Oh, sure, some things work, but there's always something else that doesn't. Just when you get that something else handled, something else breaks down. So, when all is said and done one plus a negative is always nothing. I went into Ralphs the other day. My car lined up with about four others to wait to even move to park, the air still and hot. California summer always comes in the Fall. It makes for really sucky pumpkin patch gathering. Anyway, if you don't run the fan without the air conditioner when you turn it off for a couple minutes, that moldy smell builds up. So, I'm hot! Not moving. Circus elephants, tail to tail, trying...
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