The plagues hit several months ago and now the glass curse has descended upon gregorific. The universe is trying to tell me something but I am not able to decipher what.
The entire gregorific crew went on a road trip recently. In true road trip spirit, I put my bare feet up on the dash of the Explorer to wiggle my toes in delight. The pad of my big toe pressed the windshield and *CRICKITY CRACK* the windshield popped and a spider web crack fizzled out from the spot my toe touched. Not a small crack, but a dinner platter sized crack. Are you impressed that I use a dinner platter as a size reference? Gregorific is very distinguished, ya’ll.
I was innocently cooking the fine cuisine my gregorific crew is accustomed to. I wanted to check the doneness of the steak in the oven so I opened the door and put the spatula under the meat. *BAM* the Pyrex container cracked. I barely had time to shut the oven door. Then the entire dish exploded. The meal was ruined, glass slivers were everywhere, and I am lucky my eyes survived.
We went out to eat. Several days later, I was able to muster the courage to clean the stove. It took me hours and was a small purgatory.
Remember the path where during the plagues we were attacked by yellow jackets? Well, recently I was walking on the same path…and I slipped and fell directly on my elbow. It was icy- ice counts as glass, right? I was seriously wounded (pride and elbow equally) and after several days of babying myself I got an X-ray and found out that it was indeed *CRACKED*. It still hurts like a yingyang. What next people?
Is my laptop breaking connected? Is a laptop screen a stand in for glass? Perhaps it is any clear surface…
Maybe I should just stay home on my couch and write all day to be safe.
Done and done.
*Below is a quote about writing that I like. I think it also applies to my curse.
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.