"Smell that?" he asked.
Usually I am the one with superhuman odor detection abilities. Yet for once, I was stumped.
"No. What?"
"Smells like....fire."
Okay, Joe. Whatever. Mr. Chicago Fireman arrives in Florida and almost immediately senses a nearby blaze. Get a grip, fella.
Yet when we turned on the news the next morning, there it was. A small plane had crashed into a Publix about 15 miles away. Thankfully, nobody was killed.
I started wondering about omens and kismet. Surely we needed to work on some good deeds STAT or Dorothy would certainly drop a house on us next.
And oddly enough, just such an opportunity splashed our way courtesy of some particularly strong waves the following afternoon. Because when planes start falling from the sky and chicken decor dominates your world, you'd better make sure you're in the black in terms of kindness and generosity.
Once again, I am so happy to be married to Joe. In the big scheme of karma and kismet, all goodwill is filed jointly by married couples. Joe has been carrying my snarky arse for years. If we were judged solely on my horrible ways, that plane would have crashed directly atop our minivan.
Find out how Joe saved the day and so much more in tomorrow's blog...
....to be continued....
Reading your post reminds me of a day a couple years ago when I picked my daughter up from school a little early. I can't remember why I picked her up early, but I feel that it was meant to be. I remember that the traffic was unusually bad on the way home that evening. Well, it turned out that a plane crashed near her school about an hour after I picked her up. Believe me, I started thinking about omens and such then!
ReplyDeleteMel S
www.twomomsalittletimeandakeyboard.blogspot.com
I'm sure this will disappoint you terribly, but I'm never going on vacation with you. ;)
ReplyDeleteMid-read I had to Google that plane crash to make sure it wasn't the Publix that my parents live near in Daytona.
ReplyDeleteWhew! Not theirs ...
And you comment about my Twitter account: I don't think machines are involved. I think it's birds. Not like your chicken coop birds. More like carrier pigeons. Although, I ordered Cinderella's birds to carry my 144 word tweets ...
:)
Linda
You are the cliffhanger queen these days!
ReplyDeleteMel - Holy crap, that is scary! Glad your daughter & you were ok!
ReplyDeleteJewels - What if I bring chocolate?
Linda - It was in Daytona! Scary stuff. Looking forward to hearing how twittering works out for you.
Andrea - It's a talent.