“God watches out for babes and fools,” Mom said to me often when I was saved from some catastrophe through no efforts of my own. Which one did she consider me? I guess it depended on the decision, whether it was an immature one or a foolish one.
As I aged (like good cheese — strong and hearty), I’ve found the other alternative, “God watches out for drunks and fools,” to be equally promising. Brings me peace in my old age.
Until I get the text message from Hot Wheelz — “Broke my wrist again. Guess I won’t be playing too much baseball.” He’s the kid who got catapulted into the air from the feet of neighborhood friends three times. He landed on his wrist every time, three years straight.
I sighed, texting back with questions — r u okay, how’d it happen, how r u going to work?
The text reply came quickly. Too short to possibly supply all the information I sought. Happy Aprils Fool Day, it read.
And to celebrate with me on my less than stellar days — to all those I love — Happy April, Fools.
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Damon emailed us that although he was stressed and overtired from the ordeal, Chelsea Marie Owens entered the world at 2:13 am… I totally fell for it, since my brother isn’t a great communicator. My Mom knew at once it was April Fools though. Thanks for the card you sent her, Penny. She cried when she told me about it.
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