The Plot Thickens


Well, I went to an Al-Anon meeting Sunday night in Lawrenceburg. The Paradox was there for the AA meeting but he was also going to be his mother's ride home. He's been a little out of synch lately he said. I think he'll get back on track.

I really don't worry about my friend. But he said something that reminded me of a comedian and a song. When he asked if my truck was running okay I told him that the tire was fixed but that I'd have to put it in the shop this week to have the brakes looked at. His response was, "It's always something." That rang a bell with me. I couldn't figure out where I'd heard that before- I mean, it was a famous saying by someone but I couldn't remember whom. Then I thought of a song that came out while we were both in high school- "If It Ain't One Thing It's Another". I don't remember who sang it-all I can remember is the chorus and this one line about an ugly woman named Sadie. I've attempted to look up the lyrics only to find several people have recorded a song by the same title.

I did finally remember who said, "It's always something." It was one of Gilda Radnor's characters on Saturday Night Live.

I guess I should have seen his statement as a sign of things to come. I wrecked my truck yesterday. It happened so fast that I really can't tell you what happened except that my brakes failed completely. I nearly rolled over an embankment but my guardian angel was with me and by the grace of God I landed unharmed on the side of the road. The truck is totalled.

I filed a claim with my insurance only to find that I no longer had insurance. Go figure. I paid out $320 for yesterday's towing, last night's storage and today's towing. It is now sitting like a wounded puppy in front of my apartment.

More red tape for Mom and Barry. Barry's comes in the form of his payee. Mom's comes in the form of the new program guidelines for Medicaide. Oh, well. It will work itself out.

Then a lawyer's office called here. Barry answered the telephone as he was here but they didn't say anything. I'm praying that it was a wrong number. But if it wasn't, I've turned all problems over to God so that I can maintain my serenity. For now I'm resting. I've got new bruises, a knot on my head and the same pinched nerve. Sitting, standing, walking and lying down hurts. But, hey, I'm still alive and that means more to me than anything else. Pain I can deal with.