Sunday, July 14, 2013

The postman cometh

In two months, it'll be Friday, Sept. 13.

Oddly, that thirteenth has  always been a lucky day for me.
 
I got my job with the Toronto Star, and then Seneca College on Fri. 13, finished a novel on that date, resulting  a creative writing fellowship in San Miguel, Mexico, a division of U.C.
Why should the coming  black Friday seem uncharacteristically ominous, like going  fishing in a vat of worms?
 
It's probably because I've just passed my 75th birthday and the old chassis is starting to rock.
Seems to me that in the past, every sickness seemed to have a morning of healing, but after last Friday 13, 2012 I'm no longer placing any bets on waking up refreshed and renewed, born again.
 
I collapsed on the street that day  in ninety degree heat. Happily, a postman walked me home. "What day is it,"
I asked groggily. "Friday 12m, 2012"
 
Happily on that day  day the postman came..
I fully expected the man with the scythe.
I am hoping that black-robed bastard  will not come around again on the coming   Friday 13.
And that there will be at least a Haphaestus  postman.

3 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Dude, that's not good. Glad you got home safe but be carefully. Especially in this heat.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Thanks, Charles.

...And wouldn't you know it.
I ran out of beer this evening, walked five miles to the nearest plaza and almost did a swan dive on the pavement.
I gotta get my car back. And with AC!

Anonymous said...

Please ignore this comment.

...My printer has broken down and this was the only way I could get a quick copy of a letter.


--Forwarded Message Attachment--
From: islandgrovepress@sympatico.ca
To: jane.haslam@northbridgecommunitychurch.com
Subject: dire straits.
Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 13:53:33 +0000


From: islandgrovepress@sympatico.ca
To: jane.haslam@northbridgecommunitychurch.com
Subject:
Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 16:30:09 +0000

Jane,

I do not know if I am allowed to "go back to the well."

Fact is, during the last time I got generous help, I had just restored my telephone and internet service after a payment to Bell of $366 that I really did not have...There is still a like amount owing... That and a Mastercard payment, just to hold it, of a hundred dollars.
My July rent was due and the bank assured my that I was covered on overdraft...Unfortunately, at about this time there was a hefty life insurance payment,through the bank, that bounced...Then the bank refused to cover my July rent pament. Another bounce. Egad. (Why did I take out life insurance on my income)?
Meanwhile, I panicked, foolishly went back to CASH FOR U and took out a $700 loan. It didn't even begin to cover everything, let alone having anything to live on.
So in one fell swoop, my july rent cheque bounced, Bell came to collect (and wanted more), and I was out $700 with the payday advance company. Meanwhile, I had to live.

At age 75 on a full moon, this is trouble...Just at the same time I am losing my ability to walk. And at my doddering age, I have been dignosed by Dr. Paramsothy, Davis Drive, Newmarket --as bipolar.

The thought of a halfway house depresses me. Despite my obvious imperfections, I have somehow acquired two universtity degrees, though all writing-related and not science- related...(I can't add, but I can talk pretty good).
A shelter would be bad news...In short, I would be too old and eccentric to fit in with young loners and stoners.

This is really an s.o.s., though admittedly, a weak signal.

Sincerely,

Ivan Prokopchuk