“Two wrongs don’t make a right” was one of my late mother’s favorite sayings. Another favorite saying of my mother’s was “there’s a place for everything and everything in its place” so I think this is the place for today’s Daily Bitch Calendar.
It sure as hell would make me feel better right now to share a photo of my mother. It’s right that I coincidentally captured an image of my mother with my son Aaron yesterday when I took a picture of our cat, Joan (on the right).
Two humans — my husband Michael and I — were wrong in worrying that our old and fretful shelter cat Harley would never accept shelter cat Joan. Those two together definitely make a right.
There’s a place for everything and this is the place I’ll share a story about my mother and me and “two wrongs don’t make a right.” I was born with a heart that was wrong, which resulted in many hospitalizations and my needing pacemakers from a very young age. We didn’t know what kind of heart condition I had until my very right and still current cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem, figured out in the 1980’s that I had the very rare heart condition of congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries (CCTGA). When Dr. Salem rightly described how my heart was very wrong in two different ways — (1) the aorta and the pulmonary arteries are switched and (2) the ventricles are also switched — and
- that means all the blood ends up in the right place and
- having just one of those wrongs would have killed me when I was born in 1953 because of what kinds of heart surgeries were available then,
I turned to my mother and said “You know how you always say ‘two wrongs don’t make a right?’ I guess not!”
There’s a place for everything and this is the place for me to say that I miss my mother and my father every day.
It’s right that many of my images for today have twos in them.
It seems wrong to me that onion rings and kissing — both very right in their own way — are celebrated on the same day.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “two wrongs don’t make a right.”
I also find this very right rendition of “Two Wrongs” by Wyclef Jean with Claudette Ortiz:
It’s right for me to end each post with thanks to all who help me blog every day, including YOU!
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 
I think it’s right for you to be celebrating the way you are today, Ann, your wonderful heart making way for Joan to lift Harley’s life to an even more special level.
This comment is so right, Mark.
I’m so glad Harley and Joan get along because I thought Harley might need another cat after the passing of Oscar and I wanted Joan to have a good home. Also as an old friend of mine used to say, Two wrongs don’t make a right but three rights make a left.
I’m glad for every right comment you’ve left here, Chris.
I love that Joan has won Harley over and now both their lives are enhanced.
That plate of food looks delicious. The box of pasta in the photo after it with the two lemons doesn’t look like the pasta that was in your meal with the salmon on top and I am wondering why you shared that photo with us? Did you make a delicious lemon ziti salad?
I love that you love that, Maureen.
You’re right, as usual, that the still life with lemons is not connected to the delicious dish Michael made. I noticed the lemons and the pasta on the kitchen counter when I was creating this post and snapped it as another example of two’s, assuming that photo would be neither wrong nor a lemon.
I didn’t even notice that you were taking photos of twos! I thought they are all just fascinating photos that we would enjoy, especially of cats and food and birds and water. Now I feel a little bit dense! That’s okay, I enjoyed them and now I get to enjoy them for a second time as I scroll through them noticing the twos.
You notice so much, Maureen, that “dense” seems like a particularly inappropriate label. Thanks for your two comments!
two rights make a happy heart and two cats make a happy home
You are too, too right, beth!
So judging from the comment you made to your mom when it was discovered you had two heart anomalies, you obviously had your quick sense of humor (and wry appreciation of the absurd) at a young age! You’ve honed it over time to be quite the skill. I’ve noticed the picture of your mom and Aaron many times before and it always produces a smile. I loved your sharing today, Ann.