Surprises, Three, and Hooking

Last night I contemplated happy surprises. Occasionally we do get one in this life. Occasionally there are sound reasons for continuing the struggle.
And struggle it is at times. With the demise of the heating and air, followed closely by the demise of Bruhonda’s front end at the hands (feet?) of a deer determined to cross the road in front of us, followed closely by the demise of communication between my laptop and my printers, I felt my struggles and frustrations flowing much more than ebbing. It always comes in threes, so perhaps I’m good for a while. I just keep repeating…this too shall pass.
Unfortunately it passed right through my wallet and left me in serious doubt I will ever retire. Hubby is scheduled to do so in just over 2 years. And he deserves it. He’s worked hard and saved his money. I spent it. I would love to join him, but 5 more years in the workplace lurk in my future…unless someone buys my stuff or I win the lottery.
I’ll keep working on my stuff and hope for the lottery. If the past is any indication my odds are better with the latter.
Don’t get me wrong, I do good work. But always in the wrong place at the wrong time…or it could be my totally unfocused and random nature.
Naaaaaaaah…not that! Surely.
I’m still considering selling it by the pound. But then I’d probably have to give huge discounts for age and wrinkles. It is getting dark earlier. That’s something to consider.

So now I’m waiting to share a happy surprise with all those I love…and waiting….and waiting.
It’s coming, I just know it.