I had a very bad day at work yesterday, and now my spirit is crushed and I am Our Lady of Doom.
I kind of feel like in every walk of my life, I’m auditioning for indifferent producers. You know how you watch a show where someone goes to an audition, and he or she is singing with gusto, or shuffling off to Buffalo or whatever, and you watch the person giving it his all, and then you look at the auditioners and they’re all totally bored?
Is “auditioners” a word?
Like, I just keep failing everywhere I go. EVERYWHERE I GO. Even here. God. It gets discouraging.
Just now, Steely Dan walked by, and he looked so cute and gray, so sleek and catlike, so I picked him up and kissed his noggin and put him on my lap.
He jumped off.
See? Failed the audition.
I’ve always heard if you feel dreadful, you’re supposed to go help someone else, so it’s good we’re gathering funds to go to the animals affected by Hurricane Harvey, which by the way is a dumb name for a hurricane.
I thought of this idea yesterday and here’s what we’ve got so far…
I wish I knew who “Karen” is. Anyway, yesterday in the comments I came up with the idea that we should raise money and send it to one of the animal shelters where the hurricane hit. I picked Brazoria County cause it seemed further down on lists when you Google “How can I help the animals,” so I thought maybe it needed the most help.
My PayPal button is always on the right side of this not-blog, but here it is for your convenience: paypal.me/JuneGardens. Just copy and paste that into your browser.
I’ll keep collecting today and this weekend send you another screenshot from the animal shelter, once they send some kind of acknowledgement. And I tried to write all of you back yesterday to say thank you. If I missed you, I do apologize.
So, other than trying to fix my doldrums,
(here’s me being doldrummy, and I have OFFICIALLY BECOME MY GRANDMOTHER) (although in a million years she’d have never splayed across the couch. She liked to sit in her wingback chair, the one that’s back here, and smoke her More while she looked out the window and sighed.),
the only other news I have for you is I got good mail yesterday. My StitchFix came and it had PINK SHOES involved, and Edsel’s new Martingale collar arrived right on time as we have our personal trainer tonight.
…And here is where my computer crashed. WHY. I’ll show you Edsel’s new collar tomorrow, or whenever, and now I must sign off abruptly, but look at Edsel’s back old-lady foot. Kills me.
Doom, despair, and agony on me,