I understood “sod’s law” today when sitting out in my daughter’s old playhouse that we converted into a cute little reading room this spring – two pink chairs, a little table and a bookshelf. I was reclining there under my cozy, fuzzy lime-green blanket with a chilled diet root beer on the table, thinking, “The grass is green, the garden is looking beautiful, the dogs are quiet – I have a book to read in the peace and quiet; this is a beautiful time of my life”. Precisely at that thought, a bloody big woodpecker flew in and started hammering on the roof.
