My eyes barely opened and I knew that I had over slept by the amount of light flooding into my bedroom. One of my favorite brocante fairs, which is an hour away, is today. Oversleeping just adds to the time difference between my warm bed and the brocante. There is a saying in the brocante world that says… "That if something is meant for you then regardless if you are there at five in the morning or two in the afternoon it will be there for you."
Last night at a dinner party with some friends, French Husband's business partner brought up the mushroom picking story. (Remember several weeks ago French Husband went mushroom picking and his friend (partner) found a bad mushroom in the mix and called French Husband to tell him that he was going to throw away the mushrooms?) His partner is an animated, a real tease and a very extroverted type of guy; that is to say he told the story with a great deal of punch. He had everyone laughing and saying things like, "Ce n'est pas possible!" and "Mon Dieu!" and "… Mai's pas tous les champignons?"
In the middle of his storytelling I caught the drift that the mushrooms that French Husband brought home, that cute little basket full, were in fact VERY dangerous. His partner said, "Next year each of us are going to pick our own mushrooms." That was to say that as HE is the mushroom picker PRO, he is not going to mix his mushrooms with those picked by mushroom picker amateurs. AND more than that — in the middle of his story I realized that the mushrooms French Husband brought home, the ones we ATE, were the only mushrooms ot thrown away. Nor had they been checked over by the PRO!!! GULP.
Right then and there, in the middle of at that French-chic, dinner party, I started hiccuping loudly. Every other word I said started and ended with a hiccup, nervous hiccups. The attention went from the bad mushrooms to my hiccuping.
I wasn't embarrassed, no not at all, because I was preoccupied with thoughts to myself that followed the lines of; "I am going to kill that mushroom-picker, amateur man of mine! Shit (pardon my French) we could have died eating those mushrooms!"
A plate and a mirror. Reflected on what I did not eat.
Seeing that I overslept, but I am still here and there will be plenty of brocantes in the future and whether I find something or not doesn't really matter… what matters is being thankful for I have.
Over sleeping and thinking about those delicious mushrooms and the saying, "What is meant to be will be." Or paraphrased, "Whether you arrive at the brocante at five in the morning or two in the afternoon that which you are meant to find will be there…" made me smile…
Destiny or not? Meant to be or not? A miracle or just another day where I over slept and am happy that the mushrooms didn't kill us.
With that said, I jumped out of bed, and will find what I find.
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