My mother's mother was a wise old bird, not to mention a wonderful human being.
She's long gone now, but I can still hear those adages of hers, one of which said "bad things come in threes". Time after time, this proved true. Maybe we look for them, or use our imagination, but nonetheless, sh*t happens.

First my computer conks out. As you can tell, I'm up and running, despite squinting at the monitor screen. I lost all my addresses and photos, but that's no big deal. Important stuff has been saved.

Then my chain saw quit working. I still don't know what's wrong with it. And I was going to cut lots of wood this weekend. Now it will rain, muddying up the lane (it seldom dries up in my woods), making it difficult to get in and out.

And the last of the three: my lawn tractor a) had a flat tire, and b) had the front hood cover break apart. It's a good excuse not to mow the yard, but it needs it.

The garden needs roto-tilling. I'm glad Grandma's theory stopped at three.
Have a great Labor Day and rest of the week.