I stumbled upon a couple of articles last week discussing Oprah’s health advice, and found myself particularly captivated, with mingled horror and fascination, by The Secret, which already had a vague place on my radar but which I’d failed to fully comprehend.

Apparently, the reason why we’ve been short on cash this month isn’t because Pete has had to spend several thousand dollars on as-yet-unreimbursed travel expenses, but because I have not been visualizing sufficient checks in the mail!  I have been blocking money with all of my negative energy, account-balancing and travel-expenditure spreadsheets! Verily, I am being punished by the Universe.  All this time married to an astrophysicist — someone whose job it is to explore the most ancient and unknowable origins of the cosmos! — and he has failed to teach me the Law of Attraction.  We will have A Talk in July, I tell you what.

I put my power of positive thinking into the Universe this weekend when I did the laundry, too.  We, like much of the Midwest and East Cost, have been having a thoroughly chilly and damp summer, and as I was changing the bed linens on Saturday I decided to take action and remove the electric blanket.  It’s almost July, I reasoned!  Summer is slipping away, and I haven’t even put forth the effort to enjoy it!  We spend three quarters of the year covered in, preparing for, or recovering from snow, anyway; seize the day, and enough with the damn electric blanket!

Unsurprisingly, I spent that night curled up in a chilled, achy, shivering ball, as enormous gusts of cold wind buffeted me through the open window.  Any time you’re ready, summer.  Any time.

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