Miss Direction

It has been a strange 2013 for Holly and it's not even April yet.

lots of ups
a few downs
a high frequency of "you've-got-to-be-kidding-me"s

Speaking of "you've-got-to-be-SHITTING-me"s, the universe must be addressing me and I don't mean this. In moments when conditions are so perfect and so en pointe as if only made possible by read-alouds and dress rehearsals, I can only revel in the moment and respond by doing my best cheesy sitcom "Oh, you[niverse]!" with hands on hips, head tilt, eyes rolled, shaking ones head.

Rewind to 2004 where Holly fulfills the role of Sandwich Artist. It's a complete cliché of a day.

late to class
pop quiz
spilt coffee on self
run-in with awkward friend
unexpected traffic
low on gas
late to work
scolded by manager
assigned to shit work

I remember thinking and grumbling, "This.... this is not my day." as I swept the back kitchen which is to this day my least favorite chore.  Stewing deep in my own thoughts, I almost didn't notice the little love note from the universe. A latex glove from creating art making sandwiches had been left on the floor. Both the broom and my ego-centric brain took a break as I began to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Why?

It just so happened that the glove had folded in all of its digits except for the middle one.

Oh, universe.