Weird karma!

As you know, I’m currently very broke and looking for employment.

Of course, my printer then had to break and be replaced ($100, as I had to buy 2 ink cartridges for it, too!) And I still have some of the mess from the ceiling explosion to clean up, as well. Naturally, my weekend wasn’t looking too good.

So Saturday, I went food shopping to cheer me up (the 11th is EBT day: Food Stamps). But when I got back to my building, there was a huge, fat unconscious guy passed out against the door, so I couldn’t enter. I called 911 and waited for them while the ice cream melted in the 75-degree heat. Finally that problem was solved.

It was around 4:00 pm when the groceries were put away, and I was hungry. I made a very late breakfast, sat down, and reached for it with my fork. At that very moment, BOOM! A 30″ shelf of books came crashing down and broke a couple of antiques. It had been doing fine for 21 years: but yesterday it decided that I wasn’t going to have breakfast. Five file boxes of my two grandmothers’, mother’s and my recipe cards flew away, borne on the four winds.

I put on my jacket and prepared to go to The Container Store — when ba-BOOM! A crash of thunder told me that for the next hour I would be drowning in my search for a replacement shelf. I never did find one, as the Container Store, Bed Bath & Beyond and Home Depot all had junk shelves and had stopped carrying the excellent wire shelves I installed when I first moved here (and which they probably carried until this Friday!)

Sunday (today) I scrubbed the remaining corner of the loft that was still covered in toxic dust. It took 4-5 hours, but now it’s done. Only the pictures over the sofa need to be washed. I rested, took off my glasses, gently set them down on the table, and crack!  They split in two. $600! Now I have to go buy new glasses — ones that will bruise my nose the way these lightweight things didn’t. Obviously the rent won’t be paid this month — or next.

Did I mention that last month, when I when for a sort-of-dokusan with Myotai, I got up to look at a Japanese print on her wall: and broke my toe on her ottoman? It’s still healing, but very sore and swollen, even if it’s not as black as it was.

What the hell is going on here???

Is anyone else having a really bizarre winter & spring??? Please say “yes”: misery loves company!

About Nancy

Nancy Hoffmann began studying Zen Buddhism in 1992 and has dedicated this site to meditating on what she sees and believes. She is not averse to sharing laughter as well.
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