This is probably the hailstone that cracked the glass on my bedroom window at 1:45 am early this morning. We got a devastating hailstorm in the middle of the night. Baseball-sized hail came down on parts of Carrollton, Texas and bashed in car windshields and broke windows and stripped leaves and branches from trees.
It not only woke me up, it made me instantly desperate. I do not have the $1000 dollars necessary for the insurance deductible that such a disaster would create. My economic recovery after bankruptcy would be completely derailed. No car means no extra money from Uber to help pay for doctor bills, the bankruptcy payouts, the income tax bill, and the losses we suffered from the city forcing us to remove our cracked swimming pool last summer. So I went first to watch the hail come down, fearing it would destroy my life. I noticed that it was coming down sporadically in the rain and it was only about marble-sized in our neighborhood. As soon as the ice bombs stopped banging on the roof, I went out into the early morning downpour in only bathrobe, pants, and shoes and checked on my poor little Ford Fiesta. I found the window-breaker under the bedroom window, but the tree and sporadic-ness of the stones had protected my car. No cracked windows there. No dings and divots either. My car was un-struck.
It would turn out that morning light revealed my wife’s car had been similarly defended by a different tree.
The flowers in the flower patch out where the pool used to be were just beginning to bloom before the storm. They not only survived the hail, but benefited from the much-needed rain.
So, as my daughter the Princess pointed out this morning, maybe the Greek goddess of bad luck and chaos has finally concluded that I have had enough bad luck for one lifetime… or maybe year… or month… or, goddess please, at least this week. I did also successfully ignore a phone scam about a fraud investigation involving my tax return. I did not contact Agent Paul Avery because my tax return has already been accepted and I have even made the first installment payment of the money I owe the IRS. What kind of idiot would I have to be to commit a fraud on my taxes that would make me pay over a thousand dollars extra on taxes? Besides, I had seen previous warnings of this particular scam in the news. Naughty Mr. Agent Avery has been quite the busy boy. I also know about at least four car accidents that I didn’t get into yesterday and today. One lady turned in front of me and almost hit me head on. Somehow I knew by looking at her that she was going to insanely do what she should not do in moderate traffic and I hit the break in time. Possibly not all luck is bad luck. And I am not Joe Btfsplk. At least, not today.