Brown Glove- Back in the Family again (!?)

It is no surprise to the “powers that be” that I am writing this blog or that you are, at this very exact minute and in the very place you are– reading this blog. They are events that have been in the making for millions of years.
So what does this have to do with my ex-van/secret mistress Brown Glove? In my bent mind, one thing led to another…
It was a normal day on the island (“normal” and “island” in the same sentence!! Is this fiction?) Anyway, it was a day on the island, which meant that it was 75 degrees, sunny, an afternoon ocean breeze kept us cool and kept all the smog in LA, it was somewhere between noon and 1pm and Becky and I were taking our dogs on a walk. A 3 mile walk. The same 3 mile walk as the day before and the day before and the day before that. Every day, the same walk. And every day we would have to protect our dogs from the usual island hazards: rattle snakes, buffalo, hawks and Bald Eagles (one of our dogs is 5 pounds), golf carts and ATV’s and when they went for their well-deserved swim- little nasty sand and tiger sharks, harbor seals and sneaky sting-rays. Even giant ravens, the biggest I’ve ever seen, would take dives at our dogs.
Anyway, it was on one of these walks that I was telling Becky about a book that I was reading. It was a deep book, so deep that I could only read about 5 pages a day. Becky jokes that I think it was a “deep book” because there were no pictures. So… one day my 5 pages explored how everything is energy. Everything is made of atoms and molecules vibrating at different levels. The chair you are in is made of molecules, your clothes and YOU are made of molecules. Where were all those molecules and atoms before there was a chair, before there was YOU? They were and have always been around. For millions of years they have been around. So get this—in order for there to be a chair or a you, those atoms/ molecules had to be available and had to all get together to make a chair or the computer you are on, etc. These same atoms, the book says, were forged in the molecules of stars millions of years ago. And so, it says, are the events in our lives.
Now, I’ve just condensed a huge volume of deep pages into a single paragraph, so I might have missed something (ya think?) to make it make more sense, but one point the book was trying to make was, “Everything is as it should be. How do we know? Because things are as they are.” (No, I don’t smoke pot). So we get home from our walk, go to work, come home and our highly energetic Manchester Terrier has been having the time of his life shredding the very book that I was telling Becky about.
“Oh no! Your book!”, Becky exclaimed. “No worries,” I told Beck. “This event was forged in the molecules of stars millions of years ago. There’s nothing we could’ve done.”
Still you ask, “What does this have to do with Brown Glove, and how is she back in your life and why did you put us through all those nonsensical thoughts? We’re on the edge of our seats Steve! Spill it!!!”
Well, OK. After Brown Glove broke down, I wanted to fix her but I knew I would never have the time and even if I did, I’m no mechanic and the van would probably end up falling on me or at least taking all the skin off my knuckles multiple times. So I gave her to our neighbor who was retired and had the time and friends to help him. He ended up moving and for a while I thought he abandoned Brown Glove. He moved everything but the van and there she sat. I figured he probably didn’t even put it in his name and I would HAVE to take it back. But then, Brown Glove was gone. He moved it. Gone.
Two weeks later, one of our employees, Mary told me her father-in-law bought a van we used to own, an old Chevy. “Are you kiddin’ me”, I asked. Of all the people in Salem (and surrounding areas) my ex-neighbor sold it to someone we know? (Kind of). Ironic. Coincidence? Are there coincidences?, the book asks, or is everything just as it should be?
Why Brown Glove? Why are you stalking me???!!!!