My paternal grandmother always said that bad things happened like triplets, three at a time – three deaths, three accidents, etc. Needless to say, I was rather skeptical, although I recently looked up the idea as a possible folk saying and discovered that the idea is in fact an ancient superstition rooted in pattern-seeking psychology. In spirituality, the number three is generally a symbol of wholeness, creation, and the cyclical nature of life (birth, life, death), rather than just misfortune.

My grandmother, of course, never said, at least not to me, that good things also come in threes, but that might be because she’d gotten a bit cynical by the time she mentioned the idea to me. Part of that might have been because her husband (my grandfather) was a mining engineer who, as the family puts it, “made a million dollars three times and lost it two and a half times.”

Even so, I hadn’t thought of her rule of three until this past week, when two sprinklers in my system froze in place, both in locations where, at my age, I didn’t really want to dig. So I called the sprinkler tech associated with my lawn service, and he replaced them. Then three days later, a main feed pipe to the sprinkler system broke. I called the tech. He replaced the pipe, but two days later one of the valves attached to the associated controller sprang a pinhole leak and the system developed a short in another control box. I called a different tech. He fixed both for much less.

Now, I’ve had the sprinkler system for almost twenty years and only had one semi-major repair in that whole time. But, all of a sudden – three semi-separate failures in a week and a half?

It almost gives credence to my grandmother’s belief about things happening in threes, at least for sprinkler systems