Scientists say a huge new device won't suck the Earth into a black hole.
Best...headline....ever....
Okay, but seriously, did they have to start this colossal machine right around my birthday? Wait...is it before November 10th?
Okay, I don't see the date, but let's put it this way...if it happens after Nov 10th, we're good. If it happens BEFORE Nov 10th, we're screwed. Why? Because the world and the universe rotate around me.
Well, that's the short story. The long version is that I recently came to a profound realization. It starts with my father. When he began racing, he chose the number 32. My whole life, this has been my father's lucky number. When I had a falling out with my father, I started to cringe whenever this number would come up.
32 on the lotto ticket? Nope, not winning.
32 for a player? Of course he missed the possible winning shot.
So for a few years now, I repeatedly joked that I dreaded turning 32.
It wasn't until about a few weeks ago that the importance of this joke hit home.
Of all the years that my mother was sick. Through everything she'd gone through. It took us all by surprise. And then I realized, on the year (exactly midway) of me being 32...my mother passed away.
Not only that, but I am in a completely different life than I was at 31 or all other prior years in my life.
So based on the assumption that my 32nd year on this planet will end with a bang, we're all royally screwed if they pull that lever prior to me turning 33.
Cross your fingies that they schedule it for November 11.
1 comment:
My Mom died when I was 32. Now I hate that number as well.
Post a Comment