Some people think they hit the jackpot when they find a lucky penny and get a free cup of coffee. At the very beginning of our Staycation on Monday, HHH found such a lucky penny as we did some final errands before we left for the Biggest Little City to the West. I will be searching the ground after he managed to unlock a cosmic bonus round!
It all started innocently enough. During a simple stroll across the driveway at the local gas station, HHH bent down, picked up a crusty little copper coin, and announced, “Well now… this must be my lucky day.” I smiled because HHH is the most positive person I know. He always sees the silver lining in every cloud.
If only he knew what was about to happen. Because, from that single bent penny, Lady Luck apparently looked down from whatever cloud she lounges on, spotted HHH, and said, “Let’s have some fun with this one.”
So, HHH tucked that penny in his pocket without lightning strikes or an angelic choir humming “How Great Thou Art.” But something shifted ever so slightly with a subtle wink from the universe.
We spent two days in the lap of luxury at our favorite spa retreat. But along with lotions and Zen music, the allure of acres of slot machines put us in a wee bit of a trance. HHH COULD NOT lose. Lady Luck was shining so intensely in his direction that she missed me altogether. Wherever he played, he won. On those two days, it mattered not the direction he walked; he won.
Fast forward to yesterday. With the Maytag repairman arriving today at 11, I needed to come home to do a little cleanup in the laundry room. It’d been some time since dust bunny elimination, and I needed some help moving the washing machine out. As my heroic handyman wrestled a broken washing machine out of its dusty corner, he suddenly spied a prize.
“What’s THAT?” he asked, staring at the floor beneath the washer.
There, lounging casually on the tile like it owned the place, was a deformed dime.
Not just any dime. A dime valued at somewhere between $200 and $1200.There it was, minding its own business while waiting for a man with a lucky penny in his pocket to come fetch it.
Who finds treasures under their very own washing machine? Apparently HHH. I clean under things all the time and have found nothing more valuable than a rogue dog biscuit and a missing sock.
So here we are. A penny? A rare dime? Luck at the slots? What comes next?Will he stroll outside and find a gold nugget? A stray winning lottery ticket? A lost treasure map tucked behind the couch cushions? A buffalo wandering by wearing a sign that says, “You win free steaks for life”?
At this point, I wouldn’t bet against it.
Life on the high-desert plains is always interesting, but watching HHH ride this lucky streak has been downright entertaining. He’s walking around with a lucky glow about him.
As for me? I’m keeping an eye out today. If he suddenly comes home with a grin and a story, I won’t be surprised. Lady Luck clearly has him on speed dial.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to check under the rest of our appliances…. just in case.
More tomorrow.