One of those days

The day started out ok. Then I discover my first hate mail. Hate mail sucks! It sets a bad mood for the whole day. The day is more than cooperative in following that mood. I start to feel like I look like this.

Desmoiselles d”Avignon at MOMA

That feeling is confirmed when I notice that people start to look at me like I look a little…fractured. I decide that it is time to do a complete change-a-roo. Since women superheroes are all the rage these days (yay!), I’m not surprised when a vintage telephone booth suddenly appears on the streets of NYC!?! Wow.

Real vintage phone both, NYC

I step inside waiting for miracles to happen. Instead, a dog sniffs the booth, lifts his leg and lets it rip. I have a feeling that this isn’t the first time this phone booth has been a target. Realizing that I truly have no idea where superheroes hide their superhero clothes, and that they don’t magically appear when you need them, I abandon this project. Hey, I’m doing better than the phone booth.

There are a couple of places that I go when I’m feeling down and blue that never cease to make life just a little bit better. I don’t know how or why I selected these spots—or if they selected me—whatever it is, it works. Before I go on, I want to say that I knew Hamilton before he was *HAMILTON.* Me and Ham, we’re like this.

The man has helped me ace job interviews. He has settled me down before any number of first dates. He is the most reliable man I know. He’s always there. Ok, he’s been dead more than 200 years. You can’t have everything.

Alex’s grave

Thanks, Alex. It’s been a pleasure to see you again. You really do make me happy.

2 thoughts on “One of those days

    1. Crazy, right? Sometimes you turn the other cheek. Sometimes you call the police. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what to do.

      Dr. Mo

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