Have you ever had days where you just know you should never have gotten out of bed? Well, my whole weekend was like that -- starting on Friday night. Want to hear about it? Oh, I know you don't, but I'll share it with you anyway. I think it all started when I broke my lucky bracelet. I have a beautiful bracelet that was given to me as a birthday gift, and I noticed when I started wearing it, that I had good luck. You know -- things like my bus showed up on time instead of always being ten minutes late, my computer at work stopped crashing every 15 minutes -- stuff like that. I knew soon as I started wearing it that it was definitely a lucky bracelet. Well, on Friday night just after work, one of the beautiful little beads broke. Fortunately I was able to contact the artisan who made my bracelet and she can fix it for me. Until then, I am walking on egg shells.
A few weeks ago someone on the bus stepped on my foot, and Saturday morning I noticed I am losing a toenail. So just as sandal weather rolls around, I will have ten perfect toes and nine perfect toenails. *sigh* On Saturday night a friend invited me for dinner at a Mexican restaurant. My friend told me it was the perfect little place, lovely ambience, good food, nice music. We were seated next to a party of 50, and they were well into the Tequila by the time we got there. And then I chomped on something that had a hidden hazelnut in it, and broke a crown off a front tooth. Oh yes. I looked charming. Where am I going to get a crown replaced on a weekend?
Wait, there's more...
When I got home Saturday night, I managed to flush the toilet roll holder down the toilet. I watched as it swirled down the toilet in what seemed like slow motion, but was really just a second -- too fast to retrieve it. I remember thinking, "I didn't know they could do that..."
Sunday morning I opened a kitchen cupboard to take out a cup, and the whole cupboard door fell off. I was beginning to see a pattern emerge. I stayed indoors all day Sunday; who wants to see a woman with a broken front tooth, in any case... On Sunday night as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, I heard someone being shot. At first it sounded like firecrackers, and then I realized it was gunfire. I recognized the sound, even though it was not something we hear in our neighborhood. The gunfire was followed by sirens. Lots of sirens. As I lay there I thought, "I am listening to someone being killed", but fortunately the fellow survived, even though he was shot six times. The perpetrator escaped.
Monday morning I had an appointment with my dentist. When I got there, his clinic had been flooded by a broken pipe in the restaurant next door. He and his receptionist gathered everyone in their cars and drove us to his other clinic. The good news? My tooth is fixed.
It was a beautiful, sunny spring morning as I headed my way back to work yesterday morning. The sky was bright blue, the sun flooded the city. It was lovely. Everyone was in a cheery mood.
Today it's snowing...
I have to get my lucky bracelet fixed -- fast.