If there's one thing that experience has taught me it's this: life is slapstick. Human behavior never fails to entertain in a certain disappointing way. Because we set ourselves up for it, the letdown. When I look at my life with Lucy Ricardo as reference, I am never ever surprised by the shit I manage to do to myself.
Filing my taxes this year, I found that a return of about a thousand dollars(hurrah for poverty and earned income tax credit) was heading in my direction! Immediately I text Jeff and we do what people do- we make plans. Tristan could do with new bedroom furniture, Jeff with more business attire. And me, well, I set my sights on a NOOK Simple Touch. I'm talking a very dedicated obsession here: research both online and at the in-store NOOK kiosk, making lists of all the free ebook titles I plan to download, daydreaming vignettes of my new life with the NOOK. Anyone who knows my tendency to hoard books will understand the allure it has for me.
So yesterday the mail comes(you know I was wearing down a path in front of the window waiting for my tax return to arrive) and there's an envelope from the treasury! I shred through it right there on the porch in my eagerness to get that check, that NOOK, that stuff I've decided is the thing I need to add to my life that will make everything better in the way sheeple in our consumer culture do.
And I find out that the money has been intercepted by a debt collection agency.
Silly monkey.
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