With apologies to Katy Perry and Helen Reddy.
If you have visited here occasionally, you know that Frippery Farmhouse has experienced a down turn in recent years. I posted about that way back here, and here.
We have bucked up, born the load, yada yada.
Four years, even laughing about it, like here.
How long do we have to make lemonade ???
I am becoming sour.
This year has been the one that pushed me over the edge...
breast cancer, the last of our retirement savings, crushing medical bills...never cried once this year.
Nothing can break through this shell.
But fate said, not enough, and on the day before our 28th anniversary I lost the setting out of my engagement ring, diamonds and all.
Not at home, somewhere else, no clue...
Big ugly crying face...over and over.
I know, its a thing right?
But it was the last thing I felt I had from our old, less scary life.
I told whatever cosmic wheel that has been trying to crush us to back off.
"Don't make me turn around and take my earrings off."
Karma should be trembling right about now.
No matter what we lose in life, there is always something left.
I have the ring of my husbands love around me.
The man who has honored and cherished me and treated me like a queen these many years.
We don't need no stinking diamonds.
I will, however, continue to roar.
So watch out if you sneak up behind me and tap me on the shoulder.
In between rages, I will count my blessings,
but not too loudly,
Wouldn't want to tempt fate.
Remember, even if things seem to be at their lowest, find something to rejoice in.
Just don't draw too much attention to yourself because the cosmos is fickle.
One more apology.
This one to Gloria Gaynor...
I will survive.
Back to happiness, fun and frivolity here...promise.
Thanks, my friends, for listening, P.