Who am I? What is my name? Mickey? Michael? Mike? The Bavarian? Dr. Seabreez? The Happy Pessimist? The Fool?
Yes, all of those.
I winterized the Eggplant house. I turned the Easter Bunny out front into a snowman. Why did I do that? So I could live there peacefully? In a purple house made out of a weird vegetable that I can’t stand to eat? Of course I did.
My own house is still in peril. We have not yet gotten the pool removed. I worked hard on it and repaired it to the point that it could actually hold water. But the electrical repairs cost more than removing the pool. The house was wired incorrectly when the pool was put in some time in the 70’s, long before I lived here. So I tried to get a loan to cover the cost of the pool repair. I was denied twice. My credit rating is too far into the toilet.
My credit rating went south because Bank of America sued me, and I can’t afford to pay what they demand and still have money for the mortgage, food, and, well, I have already stopped taking any medicine the doctor wants me to take for the rest of my life. I talked to a lawyer yesterday and paid him the retainer to represent me in a Chapter 13 bankruptcy. I lose what credit I had left.
But, sad sack though I am, I still believe in the future. There is still hope. Joy to be had. Songs to sing. Clowns to be. I still have my red foam nose.
I was thinking of going back to the nudist park on Saturday when more people would be there. But it is going to rain Saturday. Naked in the rain from a thunder-shower is not a good thing for nutty naked me. So maybe not. Sitting nude alone in my room has already helped my psoriasis sores dry and heal, so maybe I don’t have to go be embarrassed with other fools in order to feel better. I am a poverty-stricken idiot, but I am still a basically happy person.
So… This is me… again. I get to decide myself who I am and what I am worth. Not bankers. Not lawyers. Not other fools. Just me. This is me.