I think I have written about this before, but I am not above repeating myself.
A handful of years ago, I got a new car. I was pleased with my purchase - the first car that I picked out and purchased all by myself. (And it turned out to be a dandy car, up until the 4th of July of this year.) I remember that I bought the car, a Volvo station wagon, on a Thursday. We took it to church on that Sunday, and I parked on the street, under a tree. I recall that it was a windy day.
We got out of church to find that a tree limb had fallen. On my new car. Pooh! I looked at the dent/scratch on the roof of the car, and looked at that Spouse o' Mine and said, "Oh, well, now we don't have to worry." The first dent/scratch was done, and then we could breathe a little easier.
This morning I drove my new car, also a Volvo station wagon, to church. That Spouse o' Mine had gone in earlier, so it was just me in the car. As I pulled up to the church, I remembered that windy day from years ago. Since I was not early, (heh heh...), I parked behind a line of cars in the street. After church we had patio fellowship, (read: Lutherans=coffee). By the time patio fellowship was cleaned up, there were few people left at church. I walked out to the street and my car was the sole car, parked half-way down the block.
But wait. Right under the tree that dropped its limb on my new car years ago. ANOTHER LIMB!!! The very morning I drove my new car to church!!!
I am happy I now know not to park under trees in windy Kansas. I also think being "not early" to church may have played a part in the fact that my new car still looks pretty darn good after 2 weeks' ownership.
May the good fortune continue...