On this Halloween night an omen presented itself, as omens will, in sudden and mysterious fashion.
In anticipation of the birth of our son, the McBonerito's four grandparents are gathered in one house for the first time since our wedding day, 11 years ago. The due date looms tomorrow, but dates and predictions don't mean much to the little guy in utero. So we wait. And while we wait, we feast. My father, in a desperate search for a lemon to garnish his happy hour martini, removed entirely one of the bottom drawers of the refrigerator. Unable to replace the drawer, he left the task to me. What I found upon opening the door would shock me:
Frequent McBoners may remember posts of yore, when an equally frantic search for coffee earned me a similar reward.
Bear in mind that in preparation for the arrival of
guests, I had scoured that fridge--every shelf and tray removed, cleaned
and replaced. Not a speck of anything foreign could be found.
What can it mean, then, this SECOND pearl-headed refrigerator pin? A portend of things to come? A puckish spirit run amok of our sewing kit? Nay! We own no such pins. My sometimes-popular wife, ever the optimist, embraced the message as positive, of course, and ordered the pin placed in the child's room.
I, the atheist, am shook at the foundations. Once more I must question what I believe. I turn to you, gentle McBoners, in my search for meaning, of pins in fridges, of life, of the universe and its all mad workings.