Some people, I’m told, live charmed lives. Then there are those of us who get pooped on, literally or figuratively.

Those of you who have read Lost at Seabreeze might remember the part in the story where the STARfish’s teacher, Mrs. Levine, gets pooped on by a seagull. I want you to know that I wrote that part from  experience. In 1990, I got pooped on by a seagull at Seabreeze. I can still remember trying to get cleaned up with paper towels in the ladies’ room. Yuck! The bird poop incident sort of summed up my whole summer that year. I was never so anxious for school to start in September.

Fast forward to today. I was standing on Robyn and Tom’s front step to get a glimpse of the baby robins that were nesting in the eaves above their front door. Just a few days ago they were barely sticking their heads, beak open, out of the nest. Who knew they were ready to fly. All of a sudden, one right after the other, they took off. I don’t know which one let loose on me, but, once again, I was a target. How much poop could a baby bird have? Plenty.

So, if you want to have some summer fun, stay away from me. Things usually happen in 3’s don’t they?