Luck - defined as “The force that seems to operate for good or ill in a person’s life, as in shaping circumstances, events or opportunities.” Some people have better luck than others, in fact some people seem completely favoured by Lady Luck, or Fortuna as she is known in some circles. I however am not one of these few. No, instead I inherited the patron saint from Hell - Murphy.
For those of you that are blissfully unacquainted Murphy’s Law states “Whatever can go wrong - will.”
When Peter and I first started loosely planning this trip we decided we were going to go to Egypt, but then their government fell. Suddenly Egypt the place I’ve been dreaming of since I was five years old was not looking like a great option. So instead we decided we would head to Japan, we had a friend Katie who was teaching English over there and it was a destination place we had both always wanted to see - then suddenly it was hit by one of the top most powerful earthquakes in recorded history - and again suddenly Japan wasn’t looking like a great option. So we decided on Mumbai India - which got bombed. Then London England - and they broke out into riots. So the finale choice was New York City which was hit by Hurricane Irene. At which point we said “Fuck it” and didn’t bother to change the travel arrangements.
As some of you may or may not have read in my blog we traveled around for a bit and then decided to return home for a brief stop over before continuing our journey somewhere else. Over the past couple days we had been talking and we figured that we would stay in the GTA for the month of October. We didn’t really want to advertise the plan because usually things seem to change so quickly, but we were excited that this way we’d be home for the following:
October 1 - Peters Birthday
October 4 - My birthday
October 10 - Thanksgiving
October 14 - Our 2 year anniversary
October 15 - Jessica/My Best Friend’s Birthday
October 31 - Hallowe’en or to me Sahaim and my favourite holiday of the year
But as always in a totally new fashion - Murphy strikes again.
I’ve just received news that my Grampie is in the ICU. He was diagnosed with cancer two years ago but he’s been really strong. Apparently separately from this an infection has lead to a collapsed lung and as I’ve been told “this can go one of two ways”.
So now it would seem that we will be heading to Nova Scotia, hopefully with better news later because for one I don’t even think I have a black dress that my Grandmother would consider appropriate and two - I can’t lose the only Grandfather I’ve ever had. Sigh.
Fuck you Murphy. Fuck you very much.