Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover

Going outside to play ball with the dog this morning, I had a flashback. I was noticing all the clover growing in one particular portion of the yard. I found myself purposefully trying to find a four leaf clover when I was reminded you don't always find what you look for until you stop looking. When I was a little girl of 8 or 9 at the time, I tripped coming out of the side door of my house, where there were no steps fortunately. I tumbled out onto the grass and when I opened my eyes, there was a four leaf clover smack dab in front of my face. I often thought about that fortuitous fall and realize some times, when you are down and out, all you have to do is open your eyes to the possibilities you were unable to see from a higher perspective. That little tiny amount of hope equated in one four leaf clover can be the inspiration for unlimited possibilities. To think that I had to fall to find what I could not find when I was looking for one.

Not Wanting to Offend a Stranger

While in a hospital elevator, I noticed a man who was a dead ringer for Michael Jackson's father, Joe. Normally, if I thought someone bore a resemblance to someone famous, I might make mention of it. But in this case, I was uncertain if someone would consider it a compliment or an insult, so I thought best to keep my mouth shut.

Dead Give-Away Lost on Me

The other day, my husband asked if I knew who Oz was and I said I did. He then goes on to say he watched Oz on Oprah. (Now this should have been the dead give away but I had had a long day.) According to Oz, every man should take certain vitamins for optimal health. Here I was thinking to myself, why would anyone give credence to someone who looked and acted like Ozzy Osbourne? I kept my mouth shut and only later did it dawn on me he had been talking about Dr. Oz.

Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer

I've taken a sabbatical without actually meaning to do so. Life just got in the way is all. And to think I hadn't realized I had much of a life at all, but I guess I must. For all the trivial stuff to mount up to one massive blob of trivialtravity. (If that isn't a word, it should be.) I should not complain that I have been working too much cause I am grateful to have a job when so many are losing theirs. I should not complain about anything at all cause many people are far worse off. So if I am not heard from, from time to time, it's cause I am enjoying life in the slow lane. You know... those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.