It Pours

summer3

Written 1/20/2003...

it pours."Where do all the quilloquialisms come from? Like, "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade." "That which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." "This too shall pass."I've made up one of my own. It goes..."just because the doctors say you have Leukemia doesn't mean you won't have an electrical fire in your bedroom so heads up!"  You like it? Maybe it'll catch on and become the next piece of urban wisdom.  Maybe not.  Or maybe this one will last..."After you call 911, but as you're fleeing the burning building, grab some shoes or at least a hat because when you are cold and weeping and your house is burning the last thing you want is to have to talk to the nicely shaven fireman with hair that looks like you started the fire by shoving your pointer finger into the light socket."  See, I can make up these little expressions now because I've been "touched."I like..."never loose your sense of humor."  To which I might add..."however...the sense of humor you'll have while living at the The Residents Inn for two months with a tank of exotic fish, two cats, a poodle and your steadfast roommate (who happens to have the greatest insurance policy of all time)  is a kind of sinister humor unlike any you've known - and should be tempered when talking to normal folks many of whom will know from the cackle in your voice and the rolling of your eyes to the back of your head that you are perhaps on the brink of, shall we say, "not playing with a full deck."So just a quick recap for those of you just joining us...1. I still have a touch of Leukemia (that sounds so much better than C-A-N-C-E-R)2. I was home when an electrical fire started in my bedroom at my friend Shelly's house where I live.3. My sense of humor, charred and sickly though it be, lives on.So back to the lemonade mentioned in the opening sentence...Teisha