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August 20, 2005



i am always waiting for the piano to drop, although in my head it's a huge slab of concrete. often i work out terrible scenarios in my head, just so i can be prepared. real life is never as bad as the scenarios in my head :). it's a relief to see that there are others like me out there...


My mother was German, but she was very good at dishing out the guilt. I learned early.


I came on your blog kind of accidently but your post really caught my attention. I loved it.. Im not jewish, but I relate to that story so well. I will have to pick up a copy of it.


Funny -- I had a falling piano premonition just last Sunday. Two good things happened and after 10 buoyant minutes, I wondered what bad was bound to happen. For all I know, it's going to be an Acme anvil en route to Wile E. Coyote...


So it's a Jewish thing. That's a relief.


Yeah, me, too. And I'm not even Jewish.


The problem with watching the sky for falling pianos is, while you're craning your neck looking up, you are liable to stub your toe on one on the ground down here.


I think I need to try that book (and - off topic here - I've had a friend recommend Waiting for Birdy too, so it's on my list as well).

I used to wait for that piano. Sometimes I still suspect that it's up there, but usually only when I have some reason to think so. Much of the time now I'm pretty relaxed (although I'll admit that "relaxed" is relative - not everyone would agree with my characterization of myself as relaxed). I think it's due in part to my husband, who is annoyingly optimistic, and in part to my kids, who have given me more perspective in the past three years than I gained in the thirty before that.

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