It's been a long, horrible weekend chocked to the brim with first world problems.
a. Not all of a sudden, but gradually and then all at once, my television set blew--yes, a television set. You remember those--it tunes to networks and plays their fares. With a square antenna screwed into the cable jack. First, the remote starter button quit. So I took to unplugging and plugging in the television (for some reason, that worked--until it didn't). Then, last night, in the middle of a show--"no signal." Then, the screen went black. And despite all the cosseting and tugging at the antenna--blackness. It was so ovelr.
b. All of a sudden--and this after I washed my hair--because when else did I use it--my hairblower blew--sparks flew. I immediately unplugged it. and tossed. At least this hairblower was at least 30 years old. One could say it was well past its due date--but still--now I have this.
c. I realized my passport was due--so I had to pose for some horrid shots and send off for the new book.
d. Most horrid--yesterday, when I was about to get on the subway--a horrid experience anyway on weekends--I felt my head yanked back--someone was pulling my hair (on the right side). Out of my mouth--emitting the most animalistic screams. Again and again. I turned my head--a woman waks saying, faintly, sorry, sorry--but grinning. I realize her enormous baby boy was yanking it. I was terrified. I didn't know what was happening. I felt helpless--and I don't likie the feeling--I wanted to hurt that child to no end. Finally,my tresses were free and I stumbled onto the car, falling here and there over people, apologizing myself. I was shaking. I wanted to hit that boy with my elbows, to kick his mother (or whomever that was). I don't like feeling helpless. I don't like feeling that the world is about to end--and what a banal end it is.
So, there you have it--nickeled and dimed and grabbed by idiots. There is no meaning.
And this is not to mention--the new humidiifer the size of R2D2, to allow me to breathe. The new HEPA filter. It's a choice between the death by 1000 cuts or 1000 dust mites.