Something's Coming

Could be?
Who knows?
There's something due any day
I will know, right away
Soon as it shows
It may come cannonballing down through the sky
Gleam in its eye
Bright as a rose
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach
Down the block, on the beach
Under a tree ...

This morning I logged on to my computer and immediately saw "How to Fall Asleep in 2 Minutes or Less" and "How to Make a Whole Mess of Fancy Mussels." Interested in neither, I switched to the morning paper and read about Uber's driverless cars killing people --well, one person, but it's just the beginning -- and how Toys "R" Us is officially over. Naturally there was the usual gossip about Trump's firing of another White House staffer and fear mongering over plummeting stocks due to trouble at Facebook. Rebels in Syria, Putin is still king, "Roseanne" makes a comeback, Broadway  spotlights affluent WASPS and Brazilian lesbians want babies made from white American sperm.  Nowhere was there a lick of advice on how to get through a day with a positive attitude while knowing it could all end, without warning, at any moment.

That's really all I hope to find, but never do. You can take all the yoga classes and do all the meditating and even achieve a higher state of consciousness, but still, a plane could fall from the sky onto your house exactly where you're sitting, innocently writing your blog, and that's it. Hey, don't laugh -- it happens! You're dead but voicelessly screaming: Don't forget the laundry, it's already in the spin cycle. Will it just sit there, all wet and getting wrinkled? Will anyone ever look in there? And the cat -- he's outside, and it's cold, who will let him back in? Will anyone feed him? FYI, Lurch likes his food warmed in the microwave for 10 seconds, in case it ends up being you. This is what I need help with. I am open to any and all suggestions.

Now you're thinking, "Jeez, she is depressing! I'm not gonna read this shit anymore." But really, think about it, because the same thing applies to you. Okay, not a plane from the sky, but something: a burst aneurysm, a heart attack, a fall down the stairs. And then, nothing. Over. Anyway, as everyone says, from the grocery checkout lady to the waiter at lunch to your dental hygienist, "Have a good one!"

I'll try, but just tell me how.