I figured today was going to be a bad-luck-sort-of day because the signs and omens were all against me. I forgot to buy dog food yesterday. And I also forgot yogurt for the Princess’s breakfast in the morning. Not only that, the Simon’s Cat game on my phone made me lose the daily challenge three times and the phone ran out of charge before I beat the stupid thing.

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What’s worse, the first and only thing my wife said to me this morning was, “Michael, stop looking at me with such an angry face!”
I admit I wasn’t smiling. But I was not mad about anything. Should I have been?
“I’m not angry. Are you just saying you think my face is ugly?”
“You said it. I didn’t.”

Yes, the signs and omens were not in my favor today.
What is destined to go wrong?
Car accident on the way to Walmart?
Didn’t happen.
The price of yogurt went up to the point that I could no longer afford it?
Nope, again. But the bill at Walmart had 13 dollars on the front of the price. !!! 13!!! The unluckiest number? I added a candy bar to get the price up to 14 dollars. The candy bar was 88 cents. The total= $13.95. “Oh, no!!! An impending stroke when I carry the dog food into the house!”
Nope. Didn’t happen there either. Is bad karma building up on me for my next teaching job?
Maybe. We find out with 6th graders on Tuesday.
Or maybe I am just fixated on the bad signs and omens too much. If I worry too much about it, I might become George Appleby.
But then again, my wife probably deserves to be covered in toothpaste.



































The Secret Life of Clowns
The clowns of Sing Sad Songs; Mr. Dickens, Mr. Shakespeare, Mr. Disney, and Mr. Poe
The truth is, clowns are rarely happy people under the greasepaint and the manic grin. An underlying feature of every funnyman is a background of hardship, suffering, and sadness. There is a reason why Robin Williams committed suicide and Lenny Bruce died of a drug overdose. If you listen to the comedy of George Carlin in his last few years, he became a horribly bitter and cynical man.
The reason for all this wearing of clown masks and underlying sadness is really based on a very simple equation. Living a hard life, but dealing with it with the power a sense of humor gives you, yields wisdom. And how do you best deliver wisdom to all the people out there? A sugar-coated candy shell is just the thing. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine to go down, to plagiarize Mary Poppins. Say your wise words like a wise guy and say it with a smile.
So why am I so clown-happy and therefore clown-posty today? Well, I have used clowns in a very metaphorical way in the novel I am now finishing, Sing Sad Songs. Clowns are definitely on my mind. And I have a sneaking suspicion creeping up on me that maybe… just maybe… I am myself a clown.
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