We had an uneventful day...yep!

Sorry to bother any of you, but today everything that we planned on doing went off without a hitch, and that is a small miracle for someone like me.

Some would be in awe, others would say “WOW”, and yet some others might just say, so what’s the big deal, really?

And that would be true if I was not the cause of Murphy’s Law Days way too often… shush perhaps I said that too loud or too boldly?

Being a jinx I do believe started when I was only a toddler.

Many have happy childhoods without any real eventful happenings happening while just a small tot?

But no not me…

At the mere age of four I was a victim of a swinging accident, get your minds out of the gutter, in this case it is an actual park swing that a child is placed on to go to and fro, got it?

Now here’s the deal, I was being swung by a young girl who took me there to have fun while our parents were visiting one another, I do believe this was in a suburb of Washington D.C.

You see, her dad and mine had gone to high school together in good ole NJ, but somehow due to him becoming a lawyer and accountant they ended up there.

That’s all I know, except when her father got old that same brilliant man was a victim of Alzheimer’s and when my father went to visit his dear old friend, he came home quite disturbed by his friend not even knowing himself in a mirror and this was way back in the 1970’s when many of us were not that familiar with this horrible mind stealing disease…

Any-who, my accident occurred at their nearby playground twenty years earlier.

I was thrilled to be pushed so high and as a child I was probably guilty, as so many of us are of saying higher, higher and so she did…

The next is a wee bit fuzzy; all I remember was severe ouching and a very bloody left knee. She either ran to get my parents or they heard me scream or we both went, that part is a wee bit unclear since it was so long ago but anyway somehow we ended up in a doctor’s office who had no anesthetic to numb my knee and my Mom my Dad and the lunatic held me tight as he stitched my knee with just four stitches I was told, Geez that was so awful and for a four year old to remember it must have been really traumatic, hmm?

All these years I told myself they had no choice it was not a hospital setting, and who knows if it was a ‘real’ doctor, my scar was slight as the years passed on… but somehow I felt that was just the beginning of my life as a JINX in so many ways…!

Now many of you would say you were young and didn’t know any better and higher and higher is what we all said at one time or another, but I ask any of you, did you come crashing down into a bunch of gravel very far from the swing set you were swinging on?

I think not!

A bit of a mystery to this day…

I leave you with that thought to think about and now on that note allow me to be the very first to wish all of you a very happy good night and ask you all to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages with you know who and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

PS This was our itinerary for the day rehab exercise, 15 minutes on the bike and one hundred reps on the total gym, handed out avocados from our tree, then on to Cracker Barrel for a dual trout lunch, Hubby and me both had it and loved it, he had coffee with sugar with his and I had my usual of iced unsweet tea with lemons on the side.

Then lastly off to Tractor Supply to pick up our thirty-five lbs of wild bird feed.

Then home! Ta Da!

UNEVENTFUL! YAY!

Although, Hubby did say that we had missed their bird seed sale by just one day! There you go, a JINX again, BOO HOO!