Wednesday, January 20, 2010

This, for me, is the definition of an emotional roller coaster

Let me say right off the bat that, given what's going on in the world, my own personal little emotional roller coaster is less than a speck, less than a nanospeck really, in the great scheme. But this is my little life and we all carry on with our own little lives in the face of all the big things going on around us because that's all we really can do, right?

Yesterday I had my annual mammogram. I used to get completely nuts leading up to, day of, waiting for results. So much so that for the last number of years my doc writes on the test req that they are to give me the results immediately following the mammo...'cause I get completely nuts. There's always a reason why they can't do that and yesterday the reason was that only one radiologist is "assigned" to read mammos and she'd left for the day. The older I get, the less nuts I get about this - what will be will be. I'm waiting on results. Let's hope for the best.

I'd been hearing a kinda funny noise coming out of the hood of my car for several days and thought about stopping at my mechanic but, of course, didn't. Yesterday afternoon when I got into my car after my workout, it started but it wouldn't go. So I called my mechanic, he sent a tow-truck, sweet D.E. came all the way down the hill to get me. I'm working from home for now. I'm waiting on results. Let's hope for the best.

I opened my e-mail this morning and in my spam folder there was a message from "smithstats" and in the subject line: Six Words on the New York Life. The first words of the message were:

Hello,One of your "Six Words on New York Life" has been chosen among the winners.

Yee-ha! I've been working on my writing skills and when I saw this contest - via Twitter, by the way - I decided to give it a shot. Here's the link to the contest info and my entries are below:

Must stir egg cream with pretzel.

Concrete steps’ best use? Stoop ball.

Bright city lights awaken childhood memories.

Concrete canyon winter wind whistles whoosh.

City is black and white…cookies.

Potstickers, pierogi, Pad Thai, pickles, PIZZA!

Brooklyn sounds like Good Humor bells.

Buses splash melting snow…oh no!

Sunday Times, bagel, schmear, regular coffee.

Night is bright in neon light.

Chestnut carts warm the frosty air.

Scallops and Nesselrode Pie at Lundy’s.

Tabasco-French fries slip-up at Nathan’s.

Watching Tuesday fireworks from nana’s roof.

They didn't tell me which one they chose. Each of my writing coaches has different favorites. Anyway, I immediately e-mailed back to ask if a friend could read for me. And then, I called my cousin Heidi to see HOW crazy she thought it would be for me to come in, literally, for two days to read at the 92nd St. Y. This is not 15 minutes of fame, it's not even 15 SECONDS but I just think it's totally cool...if I do say so myself. So I called my dear travel agent who has been known to work miracles in the past to see if she could get me a ticket on miles - I'm trying to use up my United miles but that is another story that is going to have to wait for another post. I'm waiting on results. Let's hope for the best.

In the meantime, I've spoken to an old college friend/sorority sister in NYC and asked her to read for me if I can't get there. She has a scheduling conflict but she may be able to work it out in my favor. I'm waiting on results. Let's hope for the best.

After I'd written THE FIRST SENTENCE of this post, an e-mail popped up from a restaurateur I've known for more than two decades saying he wants to talk about hiring me to do PR for his new restaurant.

And all this, for me, is the definition of an emotional roller coaster. Will be back with results as they come in.

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