Saturday, January 4, 2014

When Life Gives You Marbles, Make Marble Sauce

You gear yourself up, really ramping, winding every sinew into an intention hurtling volcano hurricane of desire. No quitting, abdicating, wimping out, turning back or rerouting. Inspiration beckons! Waves await! The seat warmer is on full tilt! Heat blasting on your toes! Thank god for this leased car! It's warmer than the old free car! Budweiser commercial! Juicy Fruit gum! Joie de vivre! Ah but you got a late start. You had to let the cleaning lady into the office. You needed to bring the eggs home, get coffee, poop, eat a currant scone. And the wind shifted irrevocably in your absence, in your tardiness, in your haste to make sure everything else was taken care of.  And you find yourself staring at blown out, wind swept, freezing, churned up swell. Shoulda been here yesterday. Shoulda been here three hours ago, ding dong.

But, frankly, all is not lost. New York will always be good to you if you know where to look.

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