Things don’t work out as planned
The guy who has been working on my house had a 200 lb slab of wood fall on him and now he is out of commission. As he sat at the dining room table petting Loca – I told him about Loca’s backstory. How she came to me when Arlene was very old and she loved Arlene but she thought one day Arlene would die and she would be top dog. That was how she imagined her future.
Only before Arlene died, we got Wolfie and Bam Bam. And right after Arlene died, we got Heidi and Blekica. So now Loca appears needy because the moment she had been waiting for never materialized and now it is too late.
Similarly, Rudy thought he was going to spend all of August fishing, but now he’s convalescing.
I was at the grocery store and when I came out the guy pushing his cart to his vehicle in front of me stopped in front of a brand spanking new robin’s egg blue truck. He started unloading. I stopped and started unloading. Then he went around to get in his truck but the cart careened and went down the hill and hit his brand new truck and caused a big dent. I had tried to stop the cart but had not gotten there in time. He looked at me when he got out of the car and said, “It’s my fault.” And I said, “Whatyagonnado?”
I wanted to tell him that Cheb i Sabbah has stomach cancer, Stage IV and that my friend’s friend who has two young children has Stage III or IV brain cancer – that a dent to his new car is nothing. I got in my truck and thought about this all the way home – how really none of it matters, that we are what we are and what will be will be.
I watched Loca begging for attention from Rudy and thought, things just don’t happen the way we plan. So why plan? Why bother. Life is going to hand you challenges equally with joy – you just have to be still and it will be.