The bane of my existence
I love that I generated fortune cookie comments in my last post.
So in the spirit of WISHFUL THINKING, I give you the fortune I pulled from a cookie when I was 15 years old. As you can see by the dirt, dust and fuzz, I’ve taped this trifling thing EVERYWHERE over the years: furniture. journals, car dashboards, refrigerator doors, useless math textbooks…
And wouldn’t you know, the goddamn thing has yet to come true.
It taunts me.
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PS. Holy moly. It just occurred to me NOW that these lucky numbers might mean something. In all the years I’ve obsessed over this piece of paper, I’ve never given the numbers much thought.
So let’s break ‘em down now: Joe’s birthday is Dec. 8. The first time I wrote a book that I was proud of was when I was 11 years old. It was for a school project and it spawned a short series of children’s books about a town in which expressions and idioms come true (ie: “It’s raining cats and dogs”). When I was 24, I quit my newspaper job, moved into a bungalow in downtown Sarasota and attempted, but of course never finished, my first novel. I was 25 when I met Joe. He was 34 when we got married.
And then there’s 38. I have no idea what 38 means.
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38 will come faster than you know it lol…. This fortune is great!
November 20th, 2011 at 10:06 am38 might be the year your book makes the NY Time Best Sellers List..!
November 20th, 2011 at 6:27 pmFortune cookies don’t exist here in Spain. I had never heard of them until I saw them in films! Anyway, I bet 38 means that in 2038 you’ll do a solo trip around the world and will finally visit me in Spain. I’m sure of it.
November 21st, 2011 at 5:11 amI would love to visit you in Spain, Gracia. But 2038!? Jut the thought of it is making my head spin!
November 21st, 2011 at 11:35 amHow about 08/18/12 for a Mediterranean summer? (08+18+12=38!)
You know, I’m such an expert at reading the future that I’m 100% positive that 38 has something to do with Spain. Yesh.
November 22nd, 2011 at 6:35 am