Are you the superstitious kind? Well, I am. Sort of. To a degree. Well, it just depends. Most of the time I really don’t pay too close attention to this old superstition that says bad things come in three’s. Once you have hit the lucky number of three, your bad luck is gone and only good things will happen? Well, the question I always had was, And how many good things need to happen, before you are on a bad run again? No one seems to know the answer.
Some things happened today that made me rethink this whole “bad things come in three’s” phenomenon. Perhaps you can relate to my experiences.
In the past 3 months, I have been on the receiving end of “bad things come in 3’s. ” It was the beginning of Winter Holiday and my husband Alan and I were rushing around the house trying to get an early start on the road to Tuscon. We were picking up my youngest daughter Carly at college as she was going to bless us with her presence for the next 4 weeks. I had a baby scale in a black vinyl case sitting on the floor in my office and I tripped over the scale strap. I took a nice fall in which I braced the rest of my body by putting my arm in front of my face and as I slid along the wooden floor, my arm stretched all the way in front of me.
A high pitched scream brought Alan, running to me and as he helped me off the floor, I insisted that I was fine. Within 5 minutes though I was feeling a pain in my arm and rode to Tuscon with ice packs on/off my arm. This continues to hurt me 3 months later and yes, I know I should get it looked at.
Six weeks later, I was teaching my older sister, Joanne, the “proper” way to use a knife. She was driving me crazy as I watched her very, very slowly and methodically saw away at the leeks she was chopping. I chopped ten leeks to her one leek. She was also getting frustrated with her slowness. So, big sister and experienced cook that I am, I said here: let me show you. I was like literally, you take the knife and you hold it like this and you take the leeks and bunch them up together like this and instead of making this sawing motion, you chop…just like this. Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, and on the sixth chop, I felt something odd on my finger, no pain, just something odd. And I realized I had just chopped off the tip of my finger. Ugh! Gross! I know!
Wait, wait, come back. I am not done with my story yet. About two weeks later, Alan and I spent Sunday afternoon running errands. We started out early with a stop at Goodwill to donate a trunk full of items. Next few stops were for gardening supplies and the post office. Our last stop was a half a mile from our house to the local library. Rounding the corner where they have the outdoor bookdrop, I felt the car bounce against something and as I looked up from my knitting, I heard glass. Alan had misjudged the distance between the drivers side of the car and the handle on the bookdrop. It smashed in the rear two windows of the car and left a nice big smush on the side of the car. We got out of the car and surveyed the damage. Alan became very upset and I just laughed. Now Alan was angry about the car, and he was angry because I was laughing. My attitude is: Okay, well, what are you gonna do ? cry? I would rather laugh.
You have noticed that there is no picture of my smushed car. This is me being nice to my husband and not publishing a picture of the damaged car.
Now you know that I had already calculated in my head that the car was the last of the “3 strikes and you are out” thing. And I was feeling quite superstitious about it all, but purposely did not bring up the subject with Alan, lest I annoy him with my rantings on such matters. However, as we lay in bed 1 week later, Alan said to me: you know me. I am not usually superstitious but I keep thinking about the whole “bad things come in 3 things” and you are going to laugh, but I am feeling quite superstitious. The good news is, if we go along with this theory, we are done! I listened to him share his weakness and I smiled to myself. I was happy because not only were we now on the same page, but I could now look forward to what good things were about to happen.
I don’t want to give it all away, but come back for my next post and you will see that there is a lovely twist to this story. All I will tell you now is that it has to do with eye contacts, midwives and wallets! Check back next week and in the meantime, I look forward to your comments.