"Everything is Copy"

This morning I watched "You've Got Mail" because I am currently TV-less and now I am reduced to watching online TV or DVDs on my computer. In the special features section, there was an interview with Nora Ephron, the writer/director of the movie. The interviewer asked her all kinds of questions, one of which included her background with her parents who wrote screenplays. When Nora would come home as a girl with a complaint about what the mean kids at school did to her that day, her parents would look at her and say, "Everything is copy," meaning to save that story because it will be relevant to write about at a later date. I have gone years with this premise but without a phrase to relate it to. Now, I have three little words to run through my head whenever the zany things happen to me that never seen to happen to anyone else.

Take, for instance, the charger that came with my cell phone. When I received the charger it was already damaged, but then an inconvenient meeting with the vacuum cleaner put this charger on it's last leg (note the black and red cords peeking out of the rectangular base...). I started to have to use a hair band on the phone to get the charge light to come on. Recently, I started having to use two hair bands, spending at least 4 minutes every time I wanted to charge my cell in order to place them in the most strategic location. It was like adjusting rabbit ears... if I held my left leg up towards to the east, had my right shoulder pointing towards the international date line, and did a Warrior II pose, I could get it to work. Though, once I set the contraption down, the light would go off and I had to start all over again.

Last week, I decided that I was spending way too much time worrying about this, so after Amanda pointed me towards the many wonders of eBay, I got a wall AND a car charger for $6 with free shipping. What a fantastic deal! Only the wall charger doesn't work-- my phone turns into the Electrical Light Parade and the lights go on and off constantly. Seeing this, I laughed because it's a metaphor for my life-- once I make accommodations for being damaged, then normal no longer applies.

Everything is Copy!