…And all the day you’ll have good luck. That is exactly what happened to me recently.
My weekend was equally balanced with good and bad times: Saturday was full of sunshine, a super successful vegan bake sale, bike rides, a picnic (and nap) in the park, and chats with friends. Sunday was full of gray skies, rain, a long drive to photograph cool waterfalls, a broken down car, me picking up a penny, an expensive tow, and tacos for dinner at 10:30 PM.
Let’s start with the good, shall we?
On Saturday Portland held an amazing vegan bake sale at Food Fight Grocery. The bake sale was part of the Worldwide Vegan Bake Sales happening in cities across the globe. I baked myself silly Friday night, dirtying every dish in the kitchen:
I made four different batches of brownies, pizza rolls, and blueberry ginger hand pies. It was exhausting!
Saturday ended up being the warmest and sunniest day of the year so far in Portland – perfect for luring lazy Portlanders to a bake sale! And lure it did, because we nearly sold out of everything and made a grand total of $3,537 for three local animal sanctuaries!!! Take a peek at some of the day’s highlights:
I volunteered at the bake sale in the morning and then Tim and I rode off on our bikes to enjoy sunshine and lunch in the park.
Sunday, on the other hand, was dreadful! Tim and I lazed around for most of the afternoon until we were so bored we had to escape the apartment. Tim had the idea that we drive into Washington state and take photographs of waterfalls along the east fork of the Lewis River. While we were only about 50 miles from Portland, much of the ride was on curvy, narrow backroads. We stopped often to take photos:
And then, we ended up on a bumpy, pot hole covered road. We drove for maybe a mile before I suggested it might be wise to turn around since the road was in bad shape. We drove back to a small parking lot near one of the area’s coolest waterfalls and the car made an awful crunching, snapping noise and simply stopped. When Tim tried to drive forward, the transmission wouldn’t cooperate. So we pushed the car into a parking space, swore a few times, and fretted over what to do next. Oh, and we noticed some random car parts on the ground under the car.
By this time is was nearly 7 PM on Easter Sunday and we were pretty much in the middle of a forest with no cell service. So, we walked up the road to an RV where the park hosts lived (we were in a state park). Luckily they were home and let us use their phone to call a tow truck. Even luckier, there was a tow company open to come save the night! We sat in our car, sheltered from pouring rain, for an hour while we waited for the tow truck. Finally, just as it was getting dark, it arrived!
While the tow driver hooked our car to the truck, we stood in the rain. I looked down at the ground, saw a penny, and picked it up. I tucked it away in my pocket hoping good luck would find me later. We finally arrived back in Portland after a long, chatty talk with our friendly tow driver (thanks, Ian!). Our bill was expensive, over $200. We had no idea what was wrong with the car or how much it would cost to repair the damage. We left our car at the auto shop with a note and walked home, cold, hungry, and tired. Dinner was chickpea tacos thrown together at 10:30 – so late for dinner!
Fast forward to today. I went to work and Tim stayed home to work. The auto shop called to let us know we had a broken CV joint and that the car would be ready later in the day. Phew! We thought our transmission was shot. That would have been expensive to fix! When I got home from work I discovered a piece of mail that indicated my previous employer had made one last deposit into my old IRA account. The amount nearly matched the cost of fixing our car. Amazing, right? I blame the penny I found!! We now have our car back and in fine working order. I even found a coupon that saved us $30! See, superstitions aren’t just silly nonsense! My day was full of good luck. Now go look for a penny, won’t you?