Wednesday, January 7, 2009
"Luck is tenacity of purpose."
Mater put her sweater on backwards this morning, and in the afternoon discovered the error after much inexplicable irritation.
With that nuisance resolved and set aside I reminded her of an old superstition: if a fellow puts his sweater on the wrong way round, it is said that he may make a wish.
Mater made her request in silence.
When I asked what it was she wanted, her response was simple: "that I will have a nice day on Friday."
On Friday Mater will take a train down to the hospital where she underwent recent surgery; the test results of the operation will be revealed and will determine the course of the coming months.
I chided her gently for spending a perfectly fine wish on something that was going to turn out well anyhow and leave her feeling revived, relieved and exhilarated.
There is an abundance of hope directed at Mater, and striving for her well-being. Backwards sweaters are, in this case, quite redundant.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 2:51 PM