I am still very sick. I think I have both of the viruses that are going around right now. I am not a happy camper.
When I woke up this morning, I was craving a fountain pop. (For you southerners, that's a soda or Coke, but of the diet persuasion.) I love that whole pop/soda/Coke debate -- I'm a pop girl. Anyway, I decided to take Thomas through McDonald's drive-thru so I could get a pop. Of course I had to get an Egg McMuffin, too, and hoped it would nourish me not make me any sicker. (I was fine.) Thomas was delighted to get some pancakes. (Okay, don't tell my husband, but we did this yesterday morning, too.)
So on the way to McD's, we saw the biggest, brightest, most beautiful and complete rainbow! It was one of the prettiest rainbows I had seen in years. We even pulled over just to look at it. We started talking about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I told Thomas that I had a feeling today was going to be a lucky day. I was just sure good things were going to happen.
We ate, we schooled, I took a nap while Thomas read a stack of Titanic books, we schooled some more. When we finished school, Thomas told me I was wrong, that it had not been a lucky day after all. I reminded him it was only 4:00 and the day was not over.
My husband came home from work and took Thomas to play basketball. On the way out the door, he whispered in my ear that he was going to stop and buy Thomas a new bike on the way home with the last of our income tax return money. I just smiled.
Thomas came home thrilled, jumping up and down, yelling, "Mom, mom, come look!" DH had to do something before he could get the bike out of the van. I went out to the van, pulled the bike out and Thomas jumped on. He did not have his helmet on. He rode down our driveway, hit the brakes and the back wheel was off the ground, the bike was flying up, he was flying off -- luckily he didn't get hurt. His eyes were huge, he ran to the house and emerged with his helmet. It's tricky learning a new bike. Especially one with 21 gears. And shocks. Gosh, I loved my plain-Jane banana-seat bike in the 70s, I wouldn't have known what to do with all those gears.
So it was Thomas's lucky day. And he reminded me of that. "Mom, you were right!"
The day still was not over. It gets even better.
While Thomas was riding his bike, I checked the mailbox. I about took a spill when I went through our mail. Mixed in the stack of bills was a check from my doctor's office. Last fall I had a mamogram and for some strange reason the insurance company refused to pay for it. They sent special forms for my husband to fill out and send back but he didn't. They sent the forms each month for three months and my husband didn't do anything. So I paid the bill, then threw a fit telling my husband he needed to take care of my insurance. Actually I threw more than a fit. ;-) I had totally forgotten about paying the $365.
So my lucky day was getting an unexpected check in the mail for $365. Wow, now I have gas money to go visit family this summer! I showed the check to my husband and told him it's going into MY account for our summer gas fund. Of course he had no objections, tee hee.
I don't really believe in luck. I think things just happen. If I believed in luck, today definitely was our lucky day.