The week that was
Have you ever noticed how things in general are grouped in three’s? Like.... Three strikes and you’re out. Third time’s a charm. Ready, set, go. Then there is three on a match, three squares a day, the three R’s, odd as a three-dollar bill and three bricks shy of a load.
Country-western songs are written in three’s too. Have you noticed? The guy’s wife ran off and took his house, his car and his heart. Or his mama died, he lost his job and his wife ran off with his best friend. Or, he got robbed, lost all his money in a poker game and his wife ran off with the dealer. (If I were him I might reconsider that whole wife thing.)
I recently had a week of three’s. Not sure what I did to deserve it other than be my goofy, scatter-brained self. Sometimes when we forget to pay attention to what’s going on around us we lose track of how far off course we are, or the things that could happen for no apparent reason, or life in general.
So, one day not long ago, I woke up in the lyrics of a country-western song.
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