Saturday September 20, 2008
Well, not truly the maiden one. I made a blog years ago, don't remember how long ago...pre-Katrina. Probably a few years pre-K. But I can't remember what username, password, etc., I used so I must start again. I used to have a photographic mind, especially for words, but I keep forgetting (ha) that I'm getting really old and can't remember anything of value.
The great thing is, no one knows I have a blog, so it's really an online repository for all my ephemera. I suppose someone could stumble onto it...hell, I don't know if they could or not; I'm useless and ignorant where this shit is concerned. But I currently have no intention of sharing this with anyone. Oh, sharing's too ambitious a word. I mean, I'm not planning on mentioning this to anyone. It's for me and that's why it's called Patti Sez. (The older I get the more I realize that Patti's really the only one who's interested in what Patti says.)
I'm having a low-level freakout concerning my finances. This is nothing new; I AM the rockinghorse winner. But that rockinghorse winner anxiety is taking over my entire waking life. I'm a lot nicer than AIG; wouldn't some kind agency bail me out? All I think about is how to get dinner on the table as cheaply as possible, and just pretend my many bills do not exist. My dreams are really mundane, too--could there be a worse state for your dreams to be in? Who wants to have mundane dreams? Of things like my teenage daughter being a toddler and wetting her pants in the car, then throwing up? Or of washing dishes? Then daydreams of nothing creative or unique or interesting; just of winning the PowerBall. That's shit.
Anyway, welcome to my blog.
Patti Sez
