I woke up this morning with an odd feeling in my hip. As if I had been sleeping on a pea. Alas, I’m not a princess and the lump that was attached to my hip was a Corn Pop.
How did it get there? The bed was made, there had been no snacking, my jammies were clean. . . it’s a mystery. But I couldn’t help wonder what it meant.
What sort of omen could this be? Could it be that today was going to be odd and slightly uncomfortable? So far, so good . . .
Or would it be more, ahem, ominous than that? Like when I let a black cat jog in front of the van while Mama Syd was here. I’m not superstitious, but after the last few months, I had to hold my breath a little. And I wondered more than a little what was up when, in the wind storms of the last few days, I opened the van door and the wind snapped the hinge clean in half.
What?
Back to today . . .
What does it mean that my husband and I are on opposite sides of one of the ballot issues? Imminent destruction? Just askin’.
And lastly, what does it mean that this morning, as our 5-year-old spied his father giving me a kiss he muttered, “Gross!” Jac says it’s a good thing for him to feel that way, I say he’s only 5! Again, Jac and I are opposed in mind. Gah!
I blame it all on the Corn Pop, whatever that means.
