Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together.
– Marcus Aurelius
With St. Patrick’s Day past, I guess it’s OK to tell you I have a clover patch in my back yard that has churned out a crop of four-leaf wonders.
I was watching my puppy play in it the other day, bent down to pick her up and saw two four-leaf clovers almost side by side.
I looked around and found several more. This is unusual because I had never been able to find four-leaf clovers before, and now I’ve got a bunch.
I took two to my wife and asked what the proper procedure was to invoke the luck they are said to contain. She said something about making a silent wish while holding the clover stem and hoping it will come true.
I said I thought that was what you did when you saw a shooting star, but I didn’t want to mess things up by injecting negative thoughts into the procedure.
Does anybody know the rule on this?
(I’ll mail a 4-leaf clover to the best response ... or whoever expresses the best need.)
ALLERGY SEASON: Maybe I’m already too lucky because I will confess that spring pollen doesn’t affect me. Not very much, at least, and I sort of feel guilty about it.
Yes, while my wife and son and co-workers have all been sneezing, coughing, weeping and rubbing their eyes, blowing their noses and generally, suffering ... I’ve kept my head down and my mouth shut.
I see neighbors mowing with face masks. I wave.
I see the cashier at the grocery checkout dab her watering eyes. I commiserate ... “Yep, sure is bad this year.” But I wouldn’t know.
I talk to my parents long-distance and I can hear the raspy hint of spring irritating their familiar voices. Not mine.
A genetic quirk, I guess. Compensation for thin hair and no dance rhythm. I cannot take credit for it, but I will not take blame, either.
I still have to wash my car like everyone else.
TODAY’S QUOTE: “Numerous politicians have seized absolute power and muzzled the press. Never in history has the press seized power and muzzled the politicians.” – David Brinkley
TODAY’S JOKE: Here’s one from Charlie Williams:
The loaded minivan pulled into a campsite. Four children leaped from the vehicle and began feverishly unloading gear and setting up the tent. The boys rushed to gather firewood, while the girls and their mother set up the camp stove and cooking utensils.
A nearby camper marveled to the youngsters’ father, “That, sir, is some display of teamwork.”
The father replied, “I have a system: No one goes to the bathroom until the camp is set up.”