Mousehat, Corner Pocket

Got nailed in the head by a soccer ball yesterday.

What amazed me was the timing. A millisecond sooner & it would have broken my nose; a millisecond later & it would have careened off the back of my head; instead, it bounced squarely off my cheek and went back the way it came, like a cue ball in a perfectly lined~up pool shot.

It was as if The Universe had given me a slap in the face, just for nothing... and my first response was, ...what? What did I do wrong? What message is The Universe trying to convey... besides, possibly, the bloody obvious mind your surroundings, and, uh, let's see now, what else ~ oh, yeah ~ keep your eye on the ball! {snort} Hee hee, I crack myself up...

Was afraid I'd swell up all lopsided~like. Ah, great, I thought, because that's what the world needs from me, is more of my cheek...

Aha, says The Universe. That's it ~ for you to be more cheeky. That's what I meant.

Maybe I'm just projecting here, but I'm beginning to suspect The Universe really enjoys a bad pun...

Posted by edgar at June 18, 2004 12:29 PM