My universe is delicately balanced. I walk a tightrope through life, hoping that my good karma cancels out my bad karma. Trusting that Even Steven is on the case 24/7.
You know that saying about how a single flap of a butterfly's wing might lead to a hurricane a hemisphere away? I think it was an Ashton Kutcher movie. But I'm taking a break from my BFF Google this evening, so I can't be more specific. Anyhoo...a little incident occurred here at the Mansion last night that made me think of it.
Perhaps I should say an incident didn't occur.
The Pony and I were all by our lonesome. Farmer H was off working a fundraiser at Busch Stadium, and the #1 son was working a Relay for Life event until 6:00 a.m. I told The Pony earlier in the day that we would order a pizza for supper. He prefers the cheesy breadsticks himself, but I was having pizza. The plan was to call it in between 5:00 and 5:30, and start to town as it was cooking.
I was selfishly fiddling about on the innerets, and time got away from me. At 5:30, I hollered out from my office that we were running a little late. The Pony declared that even though he was getting hungry, it was okay. He's so agreeable, that little imp.
I called in around 6:00, and the lady said it would take 35 minutes. Which is longer than usual. So The Pony and I watched a bit of Seinfeld on TBS before going to pick up the pizza. It was the Black and White Cookie episode, with the lesser babka, and George destroying the liquor store in his GoreTex coat. Not that the episode had anything to do with my convoluted butterfly story. I'm just enlightening all the other Seinfeld aficionados.
We made our trip to town and back. Picked up the pizza and breadsticks. Smooth sailing. No incidents that were even blogworthy. Until this morning.
I was reading the local paper online, and saw a headline about a high-speed chase. Seems that the police were after a shoplifter who left The Devil's Playground and headed north. She led law enforcement on a high-speed chase along six roadways, ending in a footrace into the woods.
Four of those roads enclose Hillmomba. The other two lead from The Devil's Playground. Three of them are roads The Pony and I travel every day. The chase started at 5:25 p.m. Throw-down nail strips were involved. And pursuit northbound in the southbound lane.
We dodged that bullet because of my dawdling.
Flap on, little butterfly.