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please!

i want you, yes you there on the other side of the internet, i want your creativity, your talent, your passion, your verve!  i want to collaborate with you in a special way:

this story was uploaded to amazon by my friend oj.  i want you to read it, review it, and help write its second draft.  click on http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CE04WGW to find it.  oj, by the way, now qualifies as a publisher because he designed the cover and uploaded the text.  this for this next story, i want YOUR help!

this story was uploaded to amazon by my friend oj. i want you to read it, review it, and help write its second draft. click on http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CE04WGW to find it. oj, by the way, now qualifies as a publisher because he designed the cover and uploaded the text. this for this next story, i want YOUR help!

 

so i have a new story i want to have oj publish.  but i’d like some cover art.  i’d like your cover art and what do i want to give you?

undying devotion

attribution on the cover and in the text

the chance to dedicate your cover art to yourself, a loved one, a pet

a thank you note from me (i’ll break out the crane’s stationery for this)

and the right to say “yeah, i spent last week working on a book” which gets you out of having to explain why you didn’t get your midterm paper written

 

so here’s what you do:  email me at apresser@hotmail.com or just leave a comment here.  i will send you a file.  read it.  send me artwork in the form of a jpg (at least i think that’s what oj would want).  we have a tight deadline so what are you waiting for?

 

oh, yes, i nearly forgot:

please


the unintended consequence of thank you

WARNING: GRAPHIC AND SHOCKING IMAGES INCLUDED IN THIS BLOGPOST!!!!!!

so this morning–the day after thanksgiving, the day when i should be out wilding in the shopping mall–i sat down as i always do and wrote down ten things i am grateful for.  at the top of the list was that yesterday my son eastman and his girlfriend drove me downtown so that we might have thanksgiving dinner with my ex-husband and my older son.

under our divorce agreement, my ex-husband and i share thanksgiving, christmas, mother’s day and father’s day.  some people think we’re weird.  i think we’re just playing nice.  besides, who wants to be a kid in the middle of a tug of war between two parents who each have a large, hot poultry as a potential weapon?

i concluded a three month period of not having an official residence (some might say being homeless) with moving into an apartment in kenilworth, illinois.  it’s over an abandoned warehouse and is very flashdance.

the 1983 film flashdance tells the tired and somewhat hackneyed story of an eighteen year old welder and exotic dancer who aspires to be a ballerina. this young lady lived in an apartment in an abandoned warehouse. all i need is a dance and welding double and i’m living just like the movie!

because i’m living alone for the first time in so many years, i have a very girly, all white, pristine, long on white lace and throw pillows bedroom.  this is what i have now (avert your eyes if necessary):

this is the sort of mess that is now all over my bedroom, bathroom and living room. even my car–empties and cigarettes and wadded up bags from steak n’shake.  my son and his girlfriend have been wonderful albeit messy guests!

i used to be the sort of mom who could fly into a rage over this stuff.  and now i say thank you because it isn’t all that long before i have to take him back to school.  so i have chosen to enjoy this visit instead of “pick up those towels and get your clothes off the floor, damn it!”  i mean, after all, i’m going to be the one cleaning this stuff up no matter what i say so why stress?  and i’m having a better relationship with my son and his girlfriend because of that.  it’s been a wonderful thanksgiving weekend!

and i think this joy is the unintended consequence of thank you.


thank you for reading

albert einstein claimed he said it a hundred times a day.  i try to aim for just ten, but then i am not trying to create a unified field theory of the universe.  it is two wonderful words that are so powerful just saying the changes your day, your attitude, your life.  and today is made for those words.  well, i guess every day is.

the words are thank you.

thanksgiving is a november american holiday that commemorates the safety and security of early settlers in massachusetts. it has come to be a holiday of saying thank you for all our blessings but sometimes it is considered a holiday of eating too much turkey, of being with contentious relatives, and the opening bell on christmas shopping.

 

i’m not particularly good at prayer.  i never know what to say to God and i’ve never particularly thought that God was talking to me.  rosaries make me fall asleep.  when a priest intones a prayer at church, i start to fidget.  and when anybody wants to hold hands and pray with me, my hands get sweaty.

but i have stumbled upon a way that i can pray just like albert einstein did.  i say thank you.  i’m not quite sure who i’m thanking but i figure they know who they are.  so every morning i write down ten things i am grateful for.  today my list is

my sons joseph and eastman, my ex-husband stephen, bright red lipstick, diet coke, the pink highlights in my hair, the neighbor making me tacos last night, my facebook friend reggie serving in afghanistan, my garmin gps because i get lost everytime i visit facebook friends, the furnace working, my mini coup, a somewhat inappropriate text that made me blush but was utterly flattering, the gal who works the counter at caribou because i am not good at seven a.m. and the raspberry latte she recommends, the fog opening up to sunshine, my new socks, paper white lilies

weirdly, i’m grateful to facebook and to wordpress for the opportunity to meet new people, make friends, see those friends, and then express what i feel and think about those friends.

today i have dinner with my ex-husband and my sons.  it is written into our divorce agreement that we share thanksgiving, christmas, mother’s day and father’s day.  i am already exchanging texts and messages of thanksgiving with friends (i will work on this all day and never get to every friend)  and of course, this being the modern age, i will post a facebook thanksgiving message.

this is t!he one day of the year i wish i had a twitter account because i would just say “thank you” which is quite a bit shorter than the 140 characters the medium allows

 

and you?  i just want to say thank you for reading.  okay, i might have gone over my ten things.

we’re entering a strange season of excess: thanksgiving an excess of eating, christmas an excess of gift giving and new years an excess of champagne. not that i’m complaining about any of that because they’re all good!

 

 


panic at williamsburg bridge!

mapquest said it would take me four hours and forty seven minutes.  a fourteen mile walk punctuated by a five mile ferry ride to see f2fb friend #317 michele piersiak.  i sometimes do an eight mile walk around the perimeter of winnetka, so i figured it couldn’t be that bad.

oh how wrong i was.  my theory about new yorkers is that they do fifty three terrifying things and that’s before they get to work.  i didn’t expect to be scared in quite this way.

the williamsburg bridge is the seventy-fifth longest suspension bridge in the world, which makes any american immediately say “pshaw! there are seventy four others that are much tougher!”  still, i got stuck along the 1600 span that towered over the water.  i couldn’t move forward and couldn’t move back.  this happened three times.  each time, i had a vision of me being the homeless chick who lives on the williamsburg bridge, unwilling to leave or to move.  accepting handouts and generally letting personal hygiene take a backseat.  i’d be an object of pity, scorn, and perhaps curiosity.  i’d feed pigeons.  i would have several pet rats who would be attracted by my pungent body odor.  i’d lash myself to the bridge during storms.  i’d lose my cell phone!

i had to get unstuck.  i was so scared my feet had fallen asleep and if i didn’t get moving the legs would be the next to go.  i started saying thank you.  thank you to the rain.  thank you to the shoes i was wearing.  thank you to the guy who had helped when the mapquest directions were just a bit . . . off.  thank you even to mapquest.  i said thank you to my facebook friends, pausing only briefly as i realized the reason i was going across the bridge was to meet f2fb friend #317 who had introduced herself on facebook.  i thanked american airlines for getting me to new york.  i thanked whoever built the bridge (later i learned construction on the bridge began i n1896 with henry hornsbotal as the chief architect and leffert buck as his engineer)

as i approached the end of the bridge i felt an odd exhileration.  and it wasn’t just relief.  it was a sense that i was buoyed up by all the people i had thanked, even by henry and leffert although at that point i didn’t know their names.

and i got off that bridge and found the staten island ferry . . . thanks to five different new yorkers who made me think that new yorkers are the friendliest people on earth!  i thank them too!

i didn’t expect to get choked up by the staue of liberty, so i sat on the side of the ferry that does not get the view of the statue.  but as we approached, i couldn’t help myself.  statue of liberty, dollface, i’m grateful to you!

and so i was wrong.  it could be that bad.  and yet, it also could be wonderful!


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