Perspective

Tatjana left her car here while she is out of the country and so I’m using it because it saves on gas with taking Tin to camp. So I was washing both her car and my truck, when I realized that my truck had been broken into and my iPhone charger and headset among other things stolen. As I was closing up both cars my transvestite neighbor – a real sweetie – was walking by with a shopping bag and I said, “Oh, my truck got broken into.” And s/he looked at me and said, “Wish I had a car, it’s so hot out here today.” S/he had just come from the grocery on Broad.

Reminds me of when I stopped at Ray Boudreaux’s house on the bayou and was transfixed by the beauty of his classic modern home – it was so Eames, so Saarinen, so fab that it almost diminished how I felt about my brand new house and then my friend, Joe, the lawn guy came over to look at the lawn and said, “Rachel’s got another mansion.”

It’s always good to keep perspective.

2 Responses to “Perspective”

  1. Alice Says:

    I like that. đŸ™‚

  2. Rachel Says:

    Yeah Alice – it’s easy to get into this myopic frame of mind but when I do listen to what others are saying I hear that my life is pretty damn good!

Leave a Reply