Earlier this week I went to Target to re-stock on the typical day-to-day items I try to buy in bulk: diapers, laundry soap, floss. Of course, I also bought a new shelf for our laundry closet and a pillow for my sister. I chose a checkout line where a girl was buying a outdoor table and chairs. Smart, I thought, because it looked like she was buying a ton, but in reality it was only five XL items. But then, none of the patio chairs had tags and then the cashier had the cash register manual out and quickly my bright idea seemed terrible. After 20 minutes, it was my turn and lo and behold, I forgot my wallet. Once I found it in the bottom of my skate bag in the car I got back in line to pay. I walked out in a hurry, but dropped the diapers out of the bottom of my cart. By the time I realized it, they were already gone and no one had turned them in. When I told Scott about the ordeal I said, “I feel like I used to have good luck and now it’s gone.” I’ve even been wondering if God is mad at me for praying less.
This afternoon I went surfing. Basia and Phil are in town and they watched Sprout for me. I could see them holding her hand in the waves as I looked back at the shore. The water was rough and windy, but perfect wedges kept coming right towards me like tiny marching mountains. I could see straight to the sandy bottom on every duck dive.
Later, the air was still and the grass was hot and there was an ice cream truck playing Christmas music down the street. Why would an ice cream truck play Christmas music?
Sprout and Phil were napping and Basia and I were making things with beads and fishing wire in the living room under the fan. Basia needed a clasp for her bracelet even though she said she could just tie the ends together and double wrap it. I got an old pocket watch chain from my jewelry nest and insisted she use it. “I would have given it to Goodwill if I’d gone through that drawer anyways, honest!” I said. Then we realized we needed to cut the chain clasp free with a sharp tool. I went into our storage shed. “Scott has tons of random tools”, I told her. I went into our storage room. I found wire stripers and a razor blade; one useless, one dangerous. I went to Papa JJ’s tool box. Scott’s always saying how he finds the right thing in there, but I never met Papa JJ before he died so I thought maybe the magic wouldn’t work for me. But then, right there, the first tool I grabbed was a sheer sharp enough to cut the metal chain, and more. And I thought, maybe my luck is changing.
Maddie’s chemo party is tomorrow. The end in this case is something so happy. And then, maybe my luck was never really bad afterall.