I was out of town on vacation when I saw that Joan Rivers was in a coma. I said a prayer for her and hoped that all would be okay. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. I received a text letting me know – since I was essentially off the grid for a week – that the Wisconsin ban on gay marriage was ruled unconstitutional and Joan Rivers had passed away. Joy and sorrow mixed.
I can hear her voice in my head. I watched her on Johnny Carson – stayed up past my bedtime to watch her own show, saw her stand up routines, cried when her husband, Edgar, killed himself.
Her daughter, Melissa, isn’t much younger than I am. I’m sorry for her loss. I know what she’s feeling, having lost Mom just last year. It sucks.
But, I smile, too. I smile at the thought of what Joan Rivers meant to me. How she would practically scream, “Can we talk?” Her “Oh, oh, oh!” Amazing!
In high school, I was given an assignment where I had to pick a living woman whom I admired and write a paper about them. A mini biography, if you will. I had wanted to write about Kate Hepburn, but someone had chosen her first, so I picked Joan Rivers. I was told by my writing teacher that Joan Rivers was too vulgar and she wouldn’t accept a paper written about her. I ended up writing about Lillian Gish. But, I wished I had brought out my inner Joan and written about Mrs. Rivers. What a paper that would have been.
Joan Rivers offered what Minnie Pearl and Phyillis Diller didn’t – she was relateable. I understood her. I got her and she got me. To me, she was amazing. Growing up different and weird was just made easier by women like Joan Rivers, Bette Midler and Lily Tomlin.
But, Joan, more than any of them, stood out to me. She spoke to me.
So, while I am saddened at her passing and wishing I had seen her live, I’m smiling as I remember the laughs she gave so freely and the confidence she showed me.
Thanks, Joan! May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Like most people, I could use more money. And, like some people, I ask God to give me a hand. I don’t want or even need a lot. I just have some nagging bills I’d like to pay off. For example, my two medical bills that annoy the hell out of me. We’re not missing any meals, but I would love to put the money currently goin to the hospital into savings.
Anyway, we’re doing fine and I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it to God. There are other things He needs to look into.
Somedays I think God has a sense of humor. Twice in the last two weeks, I’ve been approached twice about two jobs – both of these jobs offered a significant pay increase (the kind that would place me in a new tax bracket) . One was with a company that 8 months ago I would’ve jumped at the chance and offered an opportunity to work with a friend.
Faced with these two options – one a definite offer and the other needing a interview – I said no to both.
I know, crazy. But, I’ve found my dream job and jumping for money would be wrong. Plus, I did that once before and I was miserable.
To me, these two offers were carrots from God. It was His way of asking me what’s more important? Money or job satisfaction? What is it that I want, because He’ll help – but I have to decide.
I’m glad that I get these opportunities to remember my blessings. Life is too short to concern yourself with what you don’t have.
I found this video on YouTube this weekend. It made me laugh.
Now that they are in charge of Congress and the “take back America” election is over, I think it is fair to say that those of us who can read and understand the US Constitution will need to learn a brand new language. So, without further delay, here is a video from Mark Fiore that will teach you how to speak Tea Bag.
Our cat, Teddy, likes to play fetch. Our dog, Skywalker, hated this. Since I am flying out of town for the weekend, I thought I would post a video of Teddy and Skywalker. For those who know me, you are aware that Sky went over the rainbow bridge back in June. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
For the record, Sky didn’t play fetch. He would chase the ball and then come back without it.