I’m told they happen in three’s

It’s been a rough 45 days. Yesterday was the icing on the cake, the 3rd case of major bad luck to fall into my lap.

The first was Timmy’s little fender-bender in my Datsun. He learned just how easy it is to get into an accident, and it has since humbled him in his driving. We have since acquired all the necessary parts to put it back together, but have lacked the time to do so. Now it appears it will sit for the winter.

The second case of bad luck was my own automobile accident just last weekend. A minor distraction combined with poor lighting in a parking lot and a well place concrete pillar all conspired against me and I well and thoroughly mashed up Imelda’s new Jeep. Gieco, who was wonderful with the Datsun dealings may now be getting suspicious of this family.

Finally, yesterday I jumped on my bike to ride over to the gym for an afternoon workout. I only made it half way where the chain gave out at the worst of times sending me over the handlebars where I landed on the concrete sidewalk… on my left shoulder. This resulted in a broken collarbone, two fractured ribs, and the end of my temp work during the 6 weeks (or more) recovery time.

This all reminds me of a quote, “The adventure begins only when the plans have failed” (cant remember who said it). The adventures sure have begun!