On To the Rest of My Day

(There was an earlier entry today, but really, it's not worth it.)

So, it's about 7:50 a.m., and K calls to say she's been in an accident. (Shit.) She sounded okay and said she was okay, and said there wasn't much damage on the car, but she didn't really know what to do, so I said to get all the other person's information, call the police, yada yada yada, and call me back. She hasn't called back yet. I don't know if she continued on to the gym or just went home. I really hate to think of damage on her six-week old car. I also really really hope it was the other person who hit her. And certainly, the second I heard the word "accident" my guts went into overtime. While I was on that excursion, I ran into the Martian V.P. in the hall and tried to explain to her how degrading it is to have to call someone whenever I have to go to the bathroom, which is her plan. It would be degrading for anyone. I don't think any of this is personal, I just think it's all stupid.

Later (since I'm writing the rest of this roughly twelve hours after I wrote the previous paragraph.) I still haven't seen K's car because she had already gone off to class by the time I got home, but I talked to her later in the day and emailed here and there, and it does seem to have been her fault, but I don't think it's a big deal. It was one of those merging-onto-a-highway things; the car in front of her stopped but she was looking back and she went forward and bumped it. It's the accident that I think everybody has once, and she's driven for seven years now without any accidents at all. I don't think this is even worth reporting to insurance, but she did call the police and so there will be a report. She said she felt bad because the car in front of her was full of Mexican men, and now she's afraid she's responsible for their being deported. Now, for all we know, they're all here legally, so I think that part's an over-reaction, but there ya go.

And last night's epic thunderstorms knocked out the rail line that goes into the city from R's town, so before 8:15 this morning, I'd heard from both of them by phone, which is not a great way to start my day. (R just wanted me to check the NJ Transit website for information.) I also emailed with her later, so the day turned out relatively okay for both of them, but boy, am I tired of putting out fires. I must say though that they pretty much handled their own fires today, they just felt compelled to share them with me.

So, karma. I've been thinking a lot about karma today. It's a concept that really has a place in many religions and cultures. I believe the Christian equivalent is divine retribution. My Orthodox Jewish grandfather and his mother, I know, believed that by doing mitzvahs (good deeds) in this life they would earn their way into heaven, so to speak. I tend to believe that what goes around comes around, or, as it was better put by John Lennon, instant karma's gonna get you.

But true karma, I think, means that your actions in this life will determine in what form you will return in your next life. So I'm trying to figure out in what form my sister's first husband, the one I call here Satan J, could possibly return. At the moment, I'm thinking that his most likely scenario is that he'll be convicted of a crime he didn't commit and then be continually raped in prison for as long as he lives, which should be a long time. He is a vile and worthless human being masquerading as the nice guy next door. I don't wish him illness or ill health in this life -- although he's already got that -- but I do hope that somehow he will reap what he has sown.

Heavens, I am just full of the cliché tonight.

My bento box lunch was just adorable, and very filling. Oh, the sites to look at, if you're so inclined, are laptoplunches.com and justbento.com. When I was putting tomorrow's lunch together just before, I also made tamagoyaki, which is a kind of Japanese omelette served cold in a bento. I haven't eaten it yet, but I'll let you know. Yes, I actually prepared food from scratch. It happens.


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