Moving on up to the Eastside

To a deluxe apartment in the sky.

~g. mango finally got a piece of the pie

Never count your roommates before they hatch

So, it turns out my roomie has decided he can't take the place after all. Two weeks before his scheduled move-in date.

And I am remarkably calm. Potential psychosis aside, why is it that I am so calm?

Because yesterday I realized that I was so eager to have a roommate that maybe I didn't wait for the right one. Maybe I'd jumped the gun. Maybe I'd taken a flying leap over the gun and landed somewhere on the other side of the track. Or perhaps the field.

So I prayed that God would work it out. If he had better plans that he would just take care of it. 'Cause I sure as jumped-gun wasn't going to call up my only distinguishable chance for roommatehood and financial stability and tell him that I'd had a change of heart. Because, really, my heart remained unchanged. I've always been a little nervous about this set up, and still more nervous about doing anything about it.

When in doubt (and when trying to avoid causing conflict), pray. My mom taught me that one. When you throw a party, invite everyone, she said in a very Christlike fashion. And then pray that the ones you don't want to come will be busy that night. That way, all the hard work is taken care of by forces beyond your control. And you don't have to deal with angry people griping about how you didn't invite them to your party.

And now, I don't have to deal with being the one who flaked out on someone else. It sounds so two-faced when I say it like that. But it really isn't. It really is me giving up and asking God to take care of me. Because I damn well can't do it myself.

~g. mango is back at the corner of square one and mathnet

Ode to a Cherry Blossom

Cherry Tree, with full blossoms in full bloom
God speaks to me as eloquently through you by bluest-sky morning
As by rained-on red lights at the gloaming


~ a poem by g. mango