Little Black Rain Cloud

If a person has their own Little Black Rain Cloud were they born with it? Or is it punishment for going left when they should have gone right?



Really, if I can get a do-over, I'll go right.



Let me explain....



I am one of those people that things go wrong for. Not just things, but pretty much everything. All.the.time. It's been like that for as long as I can remember so I'm guessing it's a birth thing. Some people are born fortunate and some of us are just unlucky s.o.b.'s.

I'm the latter.



There are three roads to my house. I took the one on the right. I followed three identical trucks full of men who slowed down at every road, blinker on, only to accelerate to the next road and do it all again. The traffic was heavy so I couldn't pass. They did this for nine miles and then turned on my road! Why can't men ask for directions? My ice cream melted.



So the next day I take the road in the middle. I guess it was a good day for the State of Alaska to paint new lines down the center of the road. I followed the big painting machine for five miles. At 5 miles per hour! We were late for football.



The next day I take the kids for a bike ride. How many tens of thousands of mothers across America take their kids for a bike ride every day? This is our second ride of the summer. About two minutes into it Olivia gets stung on the thigh by a hornet. Chaos. She's bellowing like, well, a kid stung on the thigh, and Lucas is riding off into traffic. Why her? Why me? Why?



Damn you Little Black Rain Cloud.



I am that person who buys something at the store only to get home and find it is broken. Or that person who has exchanged the crap refurbished phones ACS keeps giving me six times (and need to do it again) because they keep breaking. You know, that person who gets run over by a Greyhound bus in a parking lot and they threaten to sue me! I'm that person.



It's really a lot of work to be me. And this...this was all the good stuff. I can't even tell you all the bad stuff that is being directed at my family. It would make you cry.





Let's talk about something happy okay?



Homer and Nick got my tool shed put into place and I hosed it down. It still needs a door of some sort before winter and some hooks inside, but at least I have some place to put all my shovels and rakes. I'm just tickled.





Speaking of tickled, I just love it when I find flowers where I didn't plant them. Like the white allysum that keeps popping up all over beds I didn't plant it in.

Here, too.

My lone Impatient finally bloomed next to the Bells of Ireland. It really was in the wrong bed. Not enough sun. Probably because we didn't get those trees cut down. So much to do, so little time.

Look! A pansy in the weeds and clover. Nope, didn't put it there either.

Didn't plant that pansy either. In fact, I didn't plant any pansies this summer.

I am so glad my giant marigolds bloomed before they froze. I was starting to wonder.

What is my Little Black Rain Cloud bringing me tomorrow?