One of the little reader's/writer's "tricks" I try to instill in my students is the basic truth that the human brain is hard-wired to appreciate certain numbers, and especially three. Seven will work in a pinch (Deadly Sins, notes in the musical scale, mysterious Prince lyrics), but the truly magic number is three. Pigs, stepsisters, goddesses bickering over golden apples, items Jack brings down from the beanstalk, chances before you get turned into a goon, members of the Holy Trinity, roots of Yggdrasil... You get the picture. I have bought into this theory hook, line, and sinker (see???), and it sometimes puts a cramp into my blogging. As in: Can't post the two Jess Hutch creations I've finished. Must finish the third first! Today, however, the stars (the three in Orion's belt, I'm sure) aligned for me, and three lovely things happened.
1. My Meathead was chosen by Larissa and her publisher for the upcoming book! Given the lovely hats made by all those who joined up, I am both humbled and completely elated. Woot!
2. I started to get a migraine today, so I left work to come home and take one of my take-this-at-the-first-sign pills, and therefore had a lovely Mental Health Hour to myself. What did I do during this hour? Why, put the George Michael on and dance my fool heart out to "Fastlove," that's what!
3. I arranged, along with T, C, and E, to bring a Christmas tree to Melissa's parents' home and help them to decorate it, and there were no time conflicts of any kind. These three are some of the most wonderful boys a girl could ever hope to have in her life. The kind who hold your hair back when you're praying to the porcelin Poseidon, the kind who take your recess duty when you've had it up to here with Youngsir Totalsnot, the kind who will stay all night at the hospital reading chapters from Me Talk Pretty One Day quietly into an ear, just hoping the one they're reading to is taking some comfort in the familiar sounds of Sedaris. God. I have three more seamless hybrids to knit, don't I?
* Now, I realize that you first thought to yourself that the three beers were the "lovely things" that "happened" to me today. There are a few hours yet in the day. Anything is possible...