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| Posted by: Emory Schley |
5/30/2007 7:51 PM |
Ever have one of those days when absolutely nothing goes right? I had one of those recently.
I awakened at 5:30 a.m., same as every other morning. My cat, Morris always seems to think I should get out of bed at that time. I’ve always wondered how he knows what time it is. I have a digital clock in the bedroom, but as far as I know, cats can’t read numbers or tell time. Nevertheless he wakes me up at 5:30 every morning.
As I crawled out of bed, I slipped somehow and wound up sprawled on the floor. Still groggy from sleep, I managed to pull myself upright in the dark before stumbling over toward the light switch. When I flicked the switch, the overhead bulb flashed and died, and I stood there, still in the dark. I should have known better than to continue the day at this point. After all, what are sick days for, except to take care of contingencies such as this?
I fumbled through the linen closet for a fresh bulb and only came up with an empty package. Sigh!
I then walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, only to discover I had failed to set the timer on the coffee maker the night before. I flipped the switch, then rummaged through the cabinets for a cup. I managed to find one, but I didn’t have a firm enough grip and it slipped from the cabinet and fell down to the countertop beneath. It landed right on the edge of the counter, but didn’t break. Finally, I remember thinking, SOMETHING is going right this morning. Then I clumsily brushed the cup as I reached for it, and it toppled to the tile floor, shattering into dozens of pieces. Again, I refused to recognize just how bad a day it was going to be. I swept up the mess, deposited it into a plastic bag, tied it up and dumped it in the trash.
Later, while shaving, I managed to nick myself not just once, or even twice, but three different times! It’s OK though, I can probably get along just fine without that half-ounce of blood. The sore face may be a bit problematic, though. A nicked lip makes it painful to talk. That’s OK, I need to keep my mouth shut more anyway.
On the way to work, a big white bird swooped over the roof of my car and dropped a little “present” right on my windshield … directly in front of my face, of course. He couldn’t have used the other side of the windshield, I suppose.
Coming into work, I stumbled in the parking lot and managed to lose the heel from one of my shoes.
Climbing the stairs, I was beginning to wonder if maybe I shouldn’t turn around and just go home to spend the day in bed. When I first tried logging on to my computer, it just sat there, with the little beach ball spinning for what seemed like forever. So I re-booted the computer, got it up and running, then started checking my e-mail. Somehow I managed to kill out ALL the mail when I tried to jettison the accumulated spam.
I was beginning to think that going home and getting back into bed was sounding more and more attractive with each passing minute.
I won’t bore you with how the rest of the day went, except to say, it was a memorable day, not for what went right, but for all the stuff that went wrong. I even checked the calendar three different times throughout the day just to make certain it wasn’t Friday the 13th. It wasn’t, so I don’t know what to blame all this on.
However, no matter how bad a day goes, it’s always followed by a brand new day, a fresh chance to start all over again. Or to set new records in misfortune. Life is always a challenge, isn’t it? |
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