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C
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C
Merriam Webster describes synchronicity as the coincidental occurrence of events -especially psychic events (as similar thoughts in widely separated persons or a mental image of an unexpected event before it happens) that seem related but are not explained by conventional mechanisms of causality.
I describe synchronicity as the coincidental occurrence of strange events which typically happen to redheads only.
Yesterday, I enjoyed a redheaded synchronic event, one right out of Carl Jung's acausal connecting principle. It reminds of the time my "First Kiss" short story was read on radio Alice in San Francisco. There I was, driving down the street, (following KB to a coffee shop) when I felt this overwhelming urge to tune my radio to 97.3. I was just in time to hear the producer say she has this great short story she wants to read over the air. Something in my gut said it was going to be my story. All the breathable air seemed to leave the car, as all I could do was wave and honk at KB, who pulled over, sure I was having a heart attack.
There, over my car speakers, like a whisper from the Gods, was my short story being read to thousands of bay area commuters, while I jump up and down in the middle of the street yelling, "KB they are reading my story! I wrote that!" She stands grinning outside her car, as if to say "I am not surprised" with the twinkle in her eyes that knows we are in the middle of a Catherine adventure.
So there I was yesterday driving to Rite Aid to buy Brian allergy medicine, because I swear this boy of mine is allergic to air at this time of year. His eyes look like something from a Hannibal rising horror film, all puffed and red, and little wads of Kleenex are found in small piles throughout the house. Fed up, I decide to go buy him some Claritin.
On my way to Rite Aid I begin day dreaming about my next vehicle, imagining myself driving a 2007 Mercedes-Benz GL 450:
And I think, "Hmmm I really should go test drive one, or find one to take a photo of..." Just then in the distance, parking in front of Rite Aid is my dream car. A tall, good looking businessman gets out and walks into Rite Aid. Bless my over-boiled potatoes, here is my chance.
I park and walk over to his car and for a time am lost in the thoughts of driving it, when I decide I should get Brian his allergy medication. I stand in line at the pharmacy to buy medicine that I used to be able to pick up in the isles, but I guess we are all future crack whores to the government. After allowing my drivers license to be swiped for a whoppin' 10 pills, I exit towards the electronic doors, where the Mercedes man is standing at the edge of a counter.
"Is that your beautiful Mercedes?" I ask, pointing outside.
"Why yes," he grins.
"It's my dream car. I have a photo of it above my desk. Do you love it?" I inquire.
"Here then", he continues, "Take my keys and go sit in it and check it out for yourself."
I am stunned as he hands me his car keys and directs me out the door. He does not follow, and leaves me to go check out his car on my own - ME the perfect stranger. He stays inside Rite Aid, as I press the buttons that open the driver's door. I am experiencing that elated, excited feeling as I slide across the seat, placing my hands around the leather steering wheel. It feels surreal.
I imagine myself driving the freeway to my other dream home in Los Gatos:
I thoroughly enjoy the moment, taking it all in, then slowly I exit the drivers seat, gently shut the door and walk back into Rite Aid.
I am sure my grin was as wide as my ass. I pass him back his keys and say, "WOW. How kind of you. Thank you so much!"
"Did you like it?" he grins.
"I loved it" I laugh.
He takes a package from the Rite Aid employee at the counter, turns to me and smiles, "If I was not on my way to an appointment I'd let you take it for a test drive." With that he shakes my hand, winks and exits to the parking lot. I'd move my feet to follow - if they'd only move.
God I love redheaded synchronicity.
Now if someone invites me to that house, I'll pee my pants.
Until next time-
C
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Tags: Redheads, Los Gatos, Mercedes, synchronicity
Can I say creating one's own blog and webpage takes the patience of... of ...
well … not me.
I am slowly figuring it out. One problem is trying to be a creative writer while trying to be a creative blog developer. Jaysus, if you’ve been watching (http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com )I think I uploaded 46 friggin’ banners before I decided on one. I swear, the experience reminds me of getting dressed for a date. You start with the outfit you think you are going to wear, change another 40 times and then end up back in the first outfit.
I think I am done with the banner for now. THANK THE GODS.
Now, the bigger problem … what to write.
I built it … will they come?
I guess I have to get back out there and take more photos.
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.comAnd, Happy 50th birthday to my older, wonderful brother Michael. Pictures from the party will be posted later. Names will be changed to protect the innocent.
(Hit your reload button every time you land on this page, as AOL still has not figured out it's photo problem...)
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.comSo ... naturally the very minute I decide to begin the migration of this blog over to the web site www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com I become abnormally busy.
It starts with some loans - a good thing. Then, I begin attending this woman's dance class on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. I guess I can call it a dance class, but it is some sort of odd combination of belly dancing, jazz, aerobics, kick-boxing and stand- up comedy. Lori A., the ex-president of Club Bitch (yes that is what we were called) decided to start this hilarious work-out class for women "our age". If I were to look up the word 'Bliss' in the dictionary, Lori's photo would be there. I don't know what it is this woman has had all these years, but she is consistently more fun than driving a Maserati, with a leggy Italian man, on the Autobahn 125mpr. Yes, THAT much fun.
And I am VERY sore.
Of course, Brian's baseball coach decides to up the practice schedule, so we live part-time at the baseball field. Don't you just love dropping your pants over a port-a-potty? ... Especially one used by little boys, or as my son will tell you, "young men". It's enough to make you hold it until you are 80. Is this what parental love looks like?
Add in a night spent with fellow writers at the wonderfully talented Writers Forum in Petaluma, plus an evening spent hearing a great lecture and somehow I have managed to get a life.
What the f***over?
So, this afternoon I am wondering around the garden section of Home Depot, thinking of how sore my calves are, and if I have to take just one more step I am sure I will scream out loud for an aspirin - wait no - vicodin, and my thoughts turn to a "war" class I once attended for three years after my divorce. It was this everyday boot- camp work-out class where I religiously showed up for torture, and, as I was remembering THAT pain, I am mauled by two women.
It's the ex-drill sergeant (she calls herself the "teacher" (HA)) of that damn war class, and a fellow participant, who I was once very close with, and have lost touch over the years.
Jen is on the left, and the ever so lovely Susan-the-drill-sergeant is on the right.
I was rather blown away, since I was remembering the pain of that class, and having no idea they worked at the Home Depot. Life always seems to provide just what we are looking for - don't you just love it?
God's gotta' do something about that port-a-potty problem though. Could He\She\It show up there in the form of a nicely tiled bathroom with a sink?
Needless to say I am behind on my blog development at www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com and hope to have it fully functional by the end of next week.
Unless, of course, we start sleeping at the ball-park.
Until next time-
C
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Only five more days until St. Patrick's day...
Hide yer valuables ... the Irish are comin'.
C
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