Falling from the Sky - Literally

So, I read tarot cards occasionally. I had the Ace of Swords in my final outcome and I read it as fortune falling from the sky in my near future. I thought it meant good luck figuratively falling from above. When in fact, it meant bad fortune literally being thrown at me by the heavens.

Here's the luck that came my way.

Rock. I'm on an empty highway at 7am Labor Day morning. Me and one other car. I'm a good 6 car lengths behind listening to the radio when wham! a rock hits my windshield - right in my line of sight. Fantastic. Nothing like a ding in the windshield to start off your Labor Day celebrations.

Squirrel. Two days later I'm driving home from work when wham! a gray furball falls from the sky right in front of my left tire. I swerve to miss the fallen squirrel. (I'm amazed those things don't die from such a fall.) I couldn't stop laughing. I should have felt some compassion for the fallen squirrel, but it just seemed so improbable that it was unbelievably funny. How often do animals come falling out of the sky at you? For me, not that often.

It was just then that I realized what my tarot card was saying to me. It was saying, "Get ready, the universe is going to start throwing actual things at you." So I began to wonder if the universe was done chucking these things at me. They say things happen in threes. I don't know if the universe really does things in threes, but what else could possibly fall from the sky and hit me? I know I am tempting fate by asking that question, but really, what else can just fall out of the heavens like that? I could try to read my cards again, but apparently I suck at interpreting them.

I wish I knew when to take things figuratively and when to take them literally, then I wouldn't get so excited about all the wrong things. And, most importantly, I would know when to look up.