Life is Good...

for the moment. I'm not delusional enough to believe that this will last more than--oh say--five minutes. It's been my experience (and I'm older than most of you) that when I start thinking or saying that everything is dandy it just all goes to poo in one New York minute.

I don't like to brag. Not because I'm so humble, but because I don't want to get a load of crap dropped on my parade. You may not believe it, but every time we say, "Wow, this job is really satisfying!" or "This has been the best car we've ever owned." it's an invitation for disaster.

In the book The Good Earth, Olan and Wang Lung complain about how ugly their newborn child is, how sad that he's pock marked and unlovable when in reality he is, in their eyes, a beautifully perfect boy. The belief at that time in China was that if you brag, the gods will think you vain and curse you with bad luck and mayhem.

That's exactly how I feel. My hair is dyed and cut, my garden has a watering system to sustain it in this arid land, the high temperature is predicted to be in the 80s today, and we might get a drop of rain. I bought food and prepared meals for the Rickster so he will be sustained if I have to go to Nevada for the birth of the Newbster. All this preparation is DANGEROUS! I expect everything to go south any minute now.

My new whitening toothpaste is making my teeth sensitive and Rick is feeling what he calls "puny." (I think it's because he ate a giant piece of chocolate cake for breakfast.) So maybe the pay-back is starting. If I am not yet besieged, I surely will be soon. Wait for it... Wait for it... It'll come. You can bet on it. I can't even gloat about knowing this would happen or I could be in for even more curses.