thank you, ganesh

Ganesh, or Ganesha, the elephant god, is known as the patron of intellectuals, bankers, scribes and authors. He is known as a remover of obstacles. To me, he is known as the God of Parking. I don't know who told me this, but I have not forgotten. 

   I guess I didn't pray hard enough; when I got back from Providence, it took me almost four hours to park. Even the garages were not taking any more cars. The guys told me that they had no room, because everyone had come back from their Covid in the Country breaks, and the kids were going back to school and, well, tough noogies. 

    So that was Tuesday. Finally someone pulled out of a spot—big enough for my truck!—and I got a spot close to the front of the building. But I had to move the truck today for the street sweeper. Barb suggested that I take my little statue of Ganesh to the truck for luck.  I stayed put in the truck for an hour and a half, played on my phone, ate my apple and waited to have to move, praying all the while that I wouldn't have to move. And the gods were kind. The street sweeper never came, and I kept my spot smack in front.