The conclusion of Anything is Possible Week is more a sense of relief than satisfaction. With a nod to Anything is Possible Week, later tonight I shall kick off Low Expectation Week, a week when one day can be as unremarkable — even pitiful — as the next and there is no reason to care. More about that later. First we have to survive whiz-bang Anything is Possible Week.
Today also happens to be Palm Sunday. A fitting day for ending Anything is Possible Week, I think…or, shoot, actually a fitting day for beginning Anything is Possible Week, maybe. That’s it! Once again my disappointments have all to do with timing.
But back again to Palm Sunday. I bring it up because I ran into one of my devout Catholic neighbors who also happens not to like me much. (Unbelievable.) I always make a point to be extra friendly.
I am certain she was on her way to Mass and I wanted to impress her with my Lenten drinking sabbatical (NB Anything indeed IS possible), but I don’t want to dash her twisted impressions of me.
How else would you explain the disappearance of my black leather eye mask and the Spider Man bedsheet I use as a cape? When you wake up wearing only a pair of heavy red wool socks, have scratches where you shouldn’t have scratches and sticks and leaves in your hair, something happened.
Nevertheless, chatting about something different — like Mass or Lent — might have gone a long way to warming relations between me and that bitter bitch, but, alas, the opportunity was missed. Again. (Tee hee!) Maybe next time.
Hey, I have a lot to do! Time to get going. It is the last day of Anything is Possible Week — where there’s life, there is hope — and it is the eve of Low Expectations Week. Plus the picture of the maid reminds me that I have to dust. Always dusting.
No time to waste, no rest for the weary.