#SOCS for 7/15/17~ Opposite of a Book Review

Once again, here are the Rules and the ping back

I’m late, I’m late for a very important date.  #SoCS was yesterday 7/15/17 but I was in travel mode.  I was intrigued by the prompt and I am proceeding away anyway … a day late and a dollar short or better late than never.

Currently I am reading Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll.  As per the prompt, using only the title as inspiration  I think “What’s luck got to do with it?” not to be confused with the classic Tina Turner lyrics:

“What’s love got to do? got to do with it? What’s love? but a second-hand emotion”

I am a little torn apart right now and my stream is flowing dark.  After deciding “who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? I move along.   I am sheltering my heart from breaking by going deeper into denial.  Walking on those proverbial eggshells afraid to say or do anything for fear a sH*t storm will break loose.

Then I remember the scene from Terms of Endearment when Debra Winger/Emma Horton has to tell her sons that she is dying.  She gets all made up for the visit.  Nervous and solemn.  She says what she has to say mainly

I KNOW THAT YOU LOVE ME!

After they leave she reflects on how well their talk went, not as bad as she expected … which is universally true.  In my case at least.  I build things up in my head as worst case scenario to protect myself and inevitably things are never as bad as I make them out to be.

Back to lucky.  Being struck by lightning and living to tell the tale.  Like the lightning storm from last night.  True event.  Pony and Wise’s apartment building was struck by lightning yesterday evening.  They are first floor tenants and fortunately no damage to their specific unit however there was enough electricity in the airwaves to make their hair to stand on end.  Crazy but true.  They were momentarily electrified.

Which might be why as I continue thinking, the only words that come to mind are from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

“Once there was a girl, who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead,

When she was good, she was very, very good

But when she was bad, she was horrid”

I told you my stream was flowing dark.  In between fits of crying spells and pit of my stomach worry, I power on … the good, very good, bad, horrid, AND luckiest girl alive.

As always more to come.