I had one of those dreams again. Dream premonitions, so vivid that you force yourself to wake up. I had something similar the morning of my accident. But I failed to tell anyone about it. Beause in the dream I saw the accident. It didn't happen to me. So I thought I was not at risk. Big mistake. In this dream there was a sign on the front of my car that revealed some bad news and inevitably they said they wouldn't let my car be released because of that bad news. That scared me. I was like, not again. I woke up and I prayed and condemned the evil that brought me such a dream. Since this acident it's been one cluster after another, and at this point I just want my car fixed, is that too much to ask? I keep playing that day over in my head and wondering, if I could have avoided it, why didn't I? Why didn't God shoo me away from the evil and lead me to safety but instead I just played myself right into its arms.
So here I am telling someone. Anyone. I can't risk another one coming true on me.
"No matter how cynical you feel about Hollywood, it is hard not to fall for a film that makes room for a shot of the Joker leaning out the window of a stolen police car and laughing into the wind, the city’s colored lights gleaming behind him like jewels," "He’s just a clown painted on black velvet, but he’s also some kind of masterpiece."
So I successfully "un-jinxed" the $200 electric bill to not coming true. It was at a reasonable rate under $100, yay!
Trying to schedule some vacation time to any of these places, (San Francisco (squeeze in a trip to Napa), New York, San Diego, Santa Barbara and Miami) some I have been to and some I haven't and some I am just dying to go to. In the midst of the recession you would think hotels would chill for a bit and charge reasonable rates, instead it's all over $69 a night. Back in the hey day, I have paid up to $112 a night for a hotel, but that was back in the day when I had not exceeded my credit limits on my credit cards. Now, the sad fact of the matter is, if I want to vacation at all, I can no longer afford to vacation alone. Not unless the rates are $50 a night or less. That's the cold hard truth. So that has just put a stop to my luxurious vacation planning. Either that, or I can only vacation once, for my birthday. I'll save my money up to that time and go big or stay home.
If they had hotels-for-less deals on craigslist, just the same way, you get furniture for less, shoes for less, electronics for less. If they had, "crash at my house for less" deals on craisglist, that would really help in this economy.
I read this article in the New York Times about how restaurants in new York that wouldn't normally have reservations 3 months in advance, have reservations now, the night of, make concessions to accomodate their patrons, which they termed "hugging the customer" and generally have prix fixe deals fo certain dining hours. Very nice. The diner wins for one. What's the deal with the hotels then?
“We have to be very careful,” Mr. Perrey continued. “If we standardize everything in France, and we study everything, and forbid everything, we destroy respect for our culture. We need to preserve the cafe bar. What is a village but a cafe, a school, a pharmacy, a bakery and a city hall?”
I don't know why I like this quote. But I just do. I think it has to do with the fact that nothing is sacred anymore. Before you could live in the hopes that you could escape this capitalist world and go off to France and open up a cafe and listen to the cafe patrons quib about the economy while they sip their espressos. But not so anymore. Alas, the economy has spread its fangs towards Europe and the sacred European cafes so much that they are now going out of business and because the simple pleasures have been so curtailed, life is no longer fun.
What is life, if the cafe bar is no longer fun, is no longer there...