Most of you have heard cartoon character Ziggy’s famous line, “Accept that some days you’re the pigeon and some days you’re the statue.” Ziggy always made us feel better about days when everything went wrong, because at least there was someone else out there having the same experience, even if he was fictional.
But I think I’m channeling Ziggy, or maybe living under his cloud. Last week both our car batteries died on the very same day. Has this ever happened to anyone else in the universe? Okay, First World Problems, I know—we should be grateful we even have cars. But honestly, I can’t think of a single soul who has had this happen to them.
Both St. Bob and I had dead cars, with no living car to jump start either one of them. Even worse, when we finally got them going—after much ado—we took them in to mechanics who said our batteries and alternators were just fine. This means we are living in the Twilight Zone, and this could happen again at any moment, with no rational explanation whatsoever. Like I say, a Ziggy world.
Invariably both of us will have injuries at the same moment. I’ve even blogged about numerous times. Bob fell into a post the same day I did a face-plant in the garden. And when Bob had cancer surgery I got kidney stones.
I’ve heard of married couples becoming more like each other, but this is ridiculous.
And now, our son Richie seems infected with the Ziggy virus as well. Just as he got the keys to a three-story townhouse be bought, and began to move in, he sprained his knee.
And his bedroom is on the top floor. One day later, Bob came down with a high fever and is lying in bed as we speak. Okay, as we read. I’m scared to make a move, for fear I’ll trip, hit my head, fall into a coma, and top them both. Why can’t either of these guys just win the Publishers’ Clearing House Sweepstakes? That kind of luck would rub off quite nicely.
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