All people and situations I experienced each and everyday became icons and events that I “hoped” were innately good and therefore I could make it so that all things good would be revealed in due time if I patiently waited and behaved like a good girl.
Basically put, I’m fifty years old and I’m still waiting for the magic to begin. I’m not insinuating that my children and my handsome and adoring ex haven’t been a magical experience, quite the contrary, they never cease to amaze me!
My daughter bought me a Disney, magic wand for my fiftieth birthday—it can make bubbles when I wave it around (it was made in China; I love China, they invented fortune cookies—another kind of magic I have taken stock in over the years).
Whoops--didn’t mean to mention stock, Disney, and magic in the same sentence, I have no magical advantage when guessing about stocks.
My sister bought me another kind of magic wand-it requires batteries-I like her magic wand much better.
At least I see stars and pixie dust when I use it.
I read Joan Didion’s book of Magical Thinking, recently. To me, it wasn’t the kind of magic I was looking for, but it worked for Joan; she made plenty of money from publishing the book, and we all know money can make magic for people. Take a look at Michael Jackson, he used his money to create Never, Never Land—I think I added one too many “Never’s” but as magical of a place as Michael wanted it to be, he didn’t plan for any black magic to happen there-and that kind of magic can make the kind of mess that Mary Poppins couldn’t and most likely wouldn’t, clean up!
Well, I’m looking forward to my next birthday to see what kind of magic might develop.
A few weeks ago I went out and bought a black cat with orange eyes. He’s a terrific cat and is great company.
My kids and I named him Orange Juice, since his eyes are so distinctly orange—for short, my daughter calls him O.J.
That was pretty stupid.
I wanted a magical cat—
To be continued . . .
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