Near Luck

I can’t tell if I’m having really good luck on a really bad day, or really bad luck on a really good day, but one thing is for sure: nothing is quite going as planned.

It started before dawn: the cat started gagging in the night so I leaped out of bed to get her onto the tile floor for easy cleaning. Missed the cat. Took a knee on the carpet. Still managed to scare her onto the tile in the nick of time.

I went back to bed aware that all the muscles and nerves in my upper back were packing their bags and threatening to Go Out if I made any more sudden movements. I could feel twinges down both arms and down my spine every time I tried to turn my head, but nothing had actually slipped. Yet. (I dare not speak this too loudly). I’ve made offerings of anti inflammatory medication and ministered soothingly with an ice pack and anointed with Tiger Balm. Now I await, humbly, the judgment of the spine god: Chiropraxis and hope for mercy.

I made it out the door on time, remembering my keys and lunch and parasol and a sweater for the office and my laptop and my phone and my iPod. I made it all the way to the bus stop before I realized I’d forgotten my wallet. Which I was going to need in order to reload my transit card. I had enough fare to get me to work, but not enough to get home. So it was a pain to have to walk back and get it, but at least I remembered in time that I didn’t find myself stranded at the end of the day.

On my second trip to the bus stop, the handle on my lunch bag broke, but nothing fell and I caught it in time to carry it cradled in my arms like a lunch baby.

I made it to work about twenty minutes late, which was embarrassing but forgivable. I sat down to get to work to discover that the system was down. So really it’s not like I could have been working during that twenty minutes anyway.

And the whole day has been like that so far. Stroke after stroke of apparent misfortune that has somehow saved me from a bigger misfortune down the line. So I’m not really complaining, but it sure makes for a bumpy ride.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on July 23, 2018.

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