I believe that the universe speaks to me through my radio. Yes, I know that makes me sound certifiable, but it happens too often for me to ignore. Case in point....
I do not talk about my "day job" as a public defender much here, mostly because this is my place away from it. For the purposes of this explanation, it's sufficient to say that sometimes I leave work feeling like a fierce warrior for justice...sometimes I leave feeling like a tennis ball at Wimbledon.
Today I was the ball. It's part of the job, but--as you can imagine--it never feels great.
But then, on the drive home, "The Joker" by the Steve Miller Band--one of my very favorite songs--came on the radio.
"Alright, I know....it wasn't that bad." I muttered out loud to no one in particular.
It was a nice day, and I thought I might feel better with a latte in my hand, so the Kid and I went downtown for a walk and a coffee. As I was taking that first blissful sip, a car drove by with "Red Rubber Ball"--another favorite song and particularly apropos--blasting at full volume.
I smiled a little this time. "OK, OK...." I said, perhaps confusing other pedestrians on the street.
The Kid and I walked down to the store his dada works at. As Sweet Husband stepped out and the Kid ran happily ran to him, I noticed, again, one of my favorite songs, was playing on the radio--this time, "What I Got" by Sublime.
I laughed out loud and thought, this time just to myself, "Really, truly dear Oracle of the Radio....the message has been received."