It's a day I'd never thought would come, and I certainly didn't see it coming. It's one of those things you always think about, but yet somehow know it will never happen to you. "That's not for you" you tell yourself humbly. "It will never happen."
Until one day, out of nowhere, it does. And your life is changed forever, never to return to the days of emptiness. You think you must have done something right along the way. Some how, good Karma has come your way, and, even though you know you don't really deserve it, you embrace it. Shit, even my own mother, who'd swear I was capable of anything wouldn't even expect this. I wish I could call her right now, but it's the butt-crack of dawn where she is. She's old and I don't want her to have a stroke. She simply won't believe it, and think this is one of my not too infrequent crank calls to her. So I'll celebrate here on my tiny little island, with the handful of people that may someday come across this blog and share in my glory. These days don't come often. Maybe only once or twice in a lifetime. If you're fortunate.
After all these years of emptiness, there is abundance. More than I would have ever asked for. Even more than I will ever need in my lifetime.
So, I'm happy to report, that I finally bought a set of eating utensils. For too long I was suffering through life with a lone fork and two spoons. Each time I opened that drawer next to the sink the sound of my three lonely utensils clanging about in the plastic thingy drove me further and further into depression. Now they have friends, twenty four of them to be exact, to share their little place in the world with. Service for Four it says on the box.
Next week I shall take the next step in my evolution and purchase a set of drinking glasses. From the set of 4 I bought at Kmart nearly five years ago, only one remains. It's only friend is the green plastic cup that sits beside it. They look so lonely.
Now if I can just convince my mom I'm not bullshitting her.
2 comments:
I remember when I was in college I was so poor I couldn't afford utensils. So I bought a pack of wooden disposable chopsticks and constantly re-used them. Ate fucking *everything* with chopsticks; frozen enchiladas, whatever. Was pretty damn good at using chopsticks by the time I got to Japan. :)
Have you guys ever checked out a second hand store? They practically give away stuff like utensils, glasses and shit. They are often in much better quality than you find in big department stores. Second hand stuff obviously didn´t get broken by the previous owner (in most cases).
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