Lucky Me

Lately I have thought I possess the luck of the Irish. That is, the luck of the Irish who were left behind during the Great Potato Famine.

First I woke up on a Saturday morning a few weeks ago to a black computer screen that said, and I’m paraphrasing here, “You’re screwed. No more files for you!” I was standing outside the local Best Buy when it opened at 10 am, cradling the CPU in my arms like a vulgar 21st century Pietà. The tech geek on duty confirmed it. “I can fix it for X hundred dollars,” he said. “But or X + $100, you can get a whole new computer.”

So a workweek was lost as I tried to recover files onto the new computer (thankfully I’d been regularly backing up my work to the cloud using Mozy.com, and I think you should do that immediately too) and get everything configured back to how it was before so I could get back to work. Even with the backup, I lost all my addresses and contacts, not to mention all the emails in my inbox. (“So THAT’S why she’s not writing me back!” you should all be thinking. It’s mostly true.)

Back to work I eventually got, in time to receive 1-2-3 count ‘em three rejections from publishing opportunities I’d really been excited about, sure that I’d found the right home for the pieces in question. That’s a typical day in the life of a writer – in fact, a healthy sign that you’re sending your work out there into the world like you’re supposed to – but the trifecta timing was vexing.

And finally the Check Engine light came on in the car and the mechanic uttered those words you never want to hear: “I’m not gonna say we can’t fix this. Just that we haven’t really seen this problem before.”

That’s the thing about luck. You can’t choose when it will find you.

But just as I was ready to bed down in my joyous misery, my sheer absence of luck worn like a mantle around my shoulders and a crown upon my head, a young woman in my extended family became suddenly and seriously ill. Then the same thing happened to a close friend’s mother. I interviewed a prominent businesswoman for a story I’m writing, and within minutes found myself in worried discussion with her about her elderly mother’s inoperable lung cancer.

If I were in control of my good luck, I would tell it to skedaddle; I don’t need my allotment right now. I want to ask the Universe to take mine and wrap it around to those three women, and borrow some luck from other people who can spare it, too. Have that luck uncover a cure, mobilize dormant antibodies, give the doctor a brilliant idea from out of the blue. I can take another rejection, pay a mechanic, reinstall the Adobe Flash plug-in indefinitely, if a person who really needs it gets another chance.

Me? I’m fine with a three leaf clover for now.

And some JoBoxers, circa 1982…

 

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10 comments on this post.
  1. Jill:

    You’re simply the best.

  2. onSanity:

    love this post. it’s so easy to loose perspective some times. BTW, did the reversed bucket list and it links back to you, in case you have noticed hordes of new traffic in your site, which probably has nothing to do with me, but I’ll take credit for it anyway, thank you very much

  3. Hilary:

    not loving the first line of this blog : (

  4. Nancy Davis Kho:

    Oh, I am so busted. Sorry, Hilary.

    But fair to say that it was a tough time for the Irish who stayed – and a testament to their strength that they overcame it?

  5. Nancy Davis Kho:

    So THAT’S why I’m now neck and neck with CNN.com for traffic!!! I’m hopping over now to read it.

  6. Hilary:

    I don’t mean to be parochial.. but I just reacted I guess..

    thanks for prompt reply

    Hope you guys have a great St. Patrick’s Day. (I’m walking in our local parade with 2 of the kids… the forecast is rain with hailing showers!)

    Our national day should be moved to July.

    take care xH

  7. Nancy Davis Kho:

    we will, as usual, be doing NOTHING for St. Pat’s day aside from maybe our annual dalliance with corned beef and cabbage…too many crazies on the street with green glitter bow ties and a 6-pack of Guinness. I hope you stay dry tomorrow – it’s been pouring here for days too!

    Any big summer travel plans this year?
    N.

  8. dab4141:

    Momma said ther’d be days like this.
    Hang in there, things will change…..

  9. Di:

    Forgot about this song…thanks for the reminder!

    So sorry to hear about your back luck. Perhaps I should drop off my “Kiss me, I’m Irish!” t-shirt?

  10. Nancy Davis Kho:

    that’s the point – in retrospect, I think my luck is just fine. Are you even Irish?

    And JoBoxers…yes. This is one of those tunes that just plays quietly in my head year in and year out. Finally it had an outlet.

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