More than once, I have heard the expression that things happen in threes. Actually I have heard this more about bad things than good things, but there are probably people out there who think that three refers to both of them and who am I to argue the point.
Yesterday started out with three bad things, or at least that is how I interpreted it.
I woke up to a text message about an Ebay purchase I made. The seller had made a mistake and wanted to propose altering the deal. He didn’t have a complete set to sell me, so he wanted to send me the set minus a couple of pieces that he assured me would be easy to find. He seemed quite earnest and apologetic, so I wasn’t angry, but sad that the deal had fallen through. I declined his offer of a less than complete set, and thought no more about it.
Then, while brushing my teeth with my electric toothbrush in full throttle, some of the toothpaste jumped of the brush and landed squarely in my chest. While the toothbrush was running, it became increasingly difficult to dislodge the toothpaste from my chest hair. I am not particularly hirsute, but still.
Then, when I got to the subway station the trains were delayed. I had a few things to get ready before teaching and thought I would have about 40 minutes to attend to them. Sadly, I arrived with about five minutes to spare. Classes, especially my writing class, which requires solid preparation and marking time, didn’t go as well as I would have liked.
So, yes, the day started off like a gigantic bummer. Nothing terrible, but I just got the feeling I was on some rotten losing streak. I didn’t think that it would stop at three and I was worried that I would be riding this streak until the end of summer.
However, somewhere in the afternoon things started to turn around. I felt a definite upswing.
First, I had the chance to talk to one of my new co-workers. She’s a rather attractive young woman, but more to the point, she has one of those personalities. At the time, I felt like magnetic was the right word, but now I am not so sure. Maybe effortless and calming are the right words. More likely, she’s the embodiment of the Mary Tyler Moore theme song–if that makes any sense to any of you.
From my bus window on the commute home, I saw a Porsche following a Saleen Mustang. It seemed to make the bus feel like it was moving a bit quicker.
When I got home, I discovered that I had won my first Ebay auction. I don’t live on my phone, so I wasn’t really tracking the thing during the day. I also had never bid on anything on Ebay before, so it felt like a win.
This morning, I awoke to an email from the Ebay seller. He sent me a refund and sent me the incomplete set for free anyway. I was totally surprised. I had seen that his selling score was quite high, but I had no idea he would go that far. Obviously his reputation is well earned.
Then this morning, after a wonderfully empty commute on the bus which featured an appearance of the woman with the rosary beads (I must have written about her) and didn’t feature the usual abundance of air conditioning on my neck, I found myself waiting at the traffic light beside a beautiful woman holding a book.
I noticed the book was by Lisa Jewell. While I might not be the target audience for Ms. Jewell, I am a big fan of her work. I think I have read everything my library has on her. I didn’t even know she had a new book out and was a bit excited. Perhaps that is why I unthinkingly and rashly signalled to the woman, who until this point had been blocking out the world with her headphones. She obliged me and we had a brief but interesting conversation about the book and the author as we navigated a few crosswalks. (The area around Yonge and Eglinton is a mess of construction and other obstacles)
On my way home tonight, the bus passed a Porsche Turbo (not the same one as last night) as well as a Lamborghini. The irony was not lost on me, but it probably was on the testosterone diminished drivers of those cars.
I am hoping this is the start of a long streak of luckiness. I am trying to focus on the positive–that’s probably why I wrote this lengthy post. I certainly hope it isn’t the cruel swing of a pendulum that will one day find its way swinging back the other way.