From Anne Lamott's FB page - July 27, 2014
Artwork - "Overwhelmed" by Elena Oleniuc
Many mornings I check out the
news as soon as I wake up, because if it turns out that the world is coming to
an end that day, I am going to eat the frosting off an entire carrot cake; just
for a start. Then I will move onto vats of clam dip, pots of crime brûlée,
nachos, M & M's etc. Then I will max out both my credit cards.
I used to think that if the
world--or I--were coming to an end, I'd start smoking again, and maybe have a
cool refreshing pitcher of lime Rickeys. But that's going too far, because if the
world or I was saved at the last minute, I'd be back in the old familiar
nightmare. In 1986, grace swooped down like a mighty mud hen, and fished me out
of that canal. I got the big prize. I can't risk losing it.
But creme brûlée, nachos, maybe
the random Buche Noel? Now you're talking.
The last two weeks have been
about as grim and hopeless as any of us can remember, and yet, I have not
gotten out the lobster bib and fork. The drunken Russian separatists in Ukraine
with their refrigerated train cars? I mean, come on. Vonnegut could not have
thought this up. Dead children children on beaches, and markets, at play, in
the holy land?? Stop.
The two hour execution in
festive Arizona? Dear God.
