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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