One of the few things I hate about our house is that we have no washer/dryer connection, requiring a weekly trip to the laundromat and three hours of heat, noise and fabric softener. Because of my show schedule Mondays are the day of choice, but this week because of hubby's school party and the general insanity reigning in housecleaning around decorations, that got pushed back to after lessons last night. Therefore I found myself stranded by the side of the road with a flat tire across the road from the laundromat at 8 PM.
Hubby's phone was off, but I'm a big girl, so I changed the tire and hobbled over to the laundry on my spare, only to find the spare flat when I brought the clothes out. Damn.
Called home, hubby brought over his donut and we schlepped over to the tire place and left the car for pickup this morning, which dawned grey and drizzly.
The point of this story is that I'm a huge believer in the ideas of karma and balance, and I spent the rest of my night wondering what I did that merited this mess. I woke up this morning to a dreary slow-soaking rain and sighed at the luck that left me to walk the mile or so in the rain to get on and then off the Metro and up the hill to the tire shop.
I had gone about fifty feet from my door, wishing for the umbrella I left in my car's trunk, when my friend J.R. pulled up in her van and told me to get in. ''I figured that you weren't walking somewhere in the rain for fun," she said, grinning. Since she had a minute, she drove me over to get the car and I arrived dry and with time to spare before I had to leave for work.
Karma? Luck? Maybe, but either way I'm thankful for the balance of the universe in this case.
