As some of you may already know from previous posts, I believe in Signs. When something is beyond coincidental or just too bizarre for words…I call it a Sign, and I should be paying attention to what it may mean. Most of the time I simply see it as a confirmation that I am at the right place and the right time in my life and my choices have been good.
I have found lost, tiny diamonds from my rings in places
that I had no business even looking, but the Hand of God (or index finger of Buddha)
pointed me in the right direction; I have experienced circumstances that border
miraculous (scroll down and see my
Dec.10.2010 post) and I have been guided by a Guardian Angel in finding a
lost child in a Mall the size of Texas…
BUT…
NOTHING has been
as mind-blowing as the day I had last week. It was a Sign Tsunami and I
barely kept my head above the water. I can only write of it now after giving it due thought. Here’s how it went (with my initial
responses in parentheses):
1) a- Driving
my daughter Katja to school in the morning, we get on the subject of Jurassic
Park and the fat guy who gets eaten by a prehistoric fan-faced lizard. Cool
scene. You know…amiable, pre-school-time blood and guts death scene chit-chat.
Starts the day out warm and fuzzy.
b-
When she gets home, I tell her that I came across a picture of the fat man and
lizard in the news online shortly after I got home. Did NOT look for it! She jokingly
suggests that that it’s a Sign referring to me (the fat man…yes I’ve gained few
pounds, thank you) and her oldest sister who is arguing with me at present: she
is the lizard attacking me, you see. She laughs at the comparison but stops
when I tell her that her big sister once had the name Lizard. “That’s kinda
weird, Mom.” Indeed. (*Well…that’s a bit bizarre. Double bizarre.
Picture AND nickname!)
2) a- Went
to the library and a random book title caught my eye that I thought was a
favorite play of mine, Shakespeare’s ‘Taming of the Shrew’. It ended up being ‘Turn
of the Screw’, by Henry James. I put it
back.
b-
That afternoon I see a video clip that has one character say to another, ‘The
key is on the bookshelf. Look behind the book called Turn of the Screw. (*Wow! What are the odds?)
3) a- I
see my doctor for a prescription refill and ask her about a safe diet she can recommend.
She says The South Beach Diet is perfect. Try it.
b-
A few hours later, I get an obvious SPAM email touting the benefits and magic
of The South Beach Diet. My doctor does not know my email addy and I have never
looked it up. (*Holy crap!
Am I paranoid, or what?)
4) a- After
school, Katja and I drive to Value Village to find some pieces to make a cowgirl
costume for School Spirit Day. While driving, she asks me to recommend a few
Moldy Oldies tunes to download on her iPod.
So, I grab at a distant memory and mention Mr. Roboto by Styx and sing
a few bars: Domo arigato Mr. Roboto!
Domo! We laugh. Silly song. We’ll have to ask Scotty, her big brother, what
that means. He speaks Japanese quite well after having lived in Japan after
university.
b- 10 minutes later, it comes on the radio. I hadn’t heard it for 10 years! “Mom…isn’t that the song you were just singing?” (*Bloody hell! What's next? A Japanese robot at the next stop sign?)
5) a- We
get to Value Village to find some cheap cowboy vests and boots…cheap horse
maybe. Preferably stuffed.
b-
Katja sits down and starts to put on a rather perfect pair of ladies cowboy
boots when I tell her to stop and listen closely to the piped in music humming
overhead throughout the store. She stops
mid-pull, looks up to me with huge, surprised eyes and says, “Oh my God! Is
that Nancy Sinatra? Freaky!” (Yes, my 13 year old likes Nancy) And yes. You guessed it. ‘These
Boots Are Made For Walkin’’ was our boot-hunting back-up music. (*Holy shit!)
6) a- That
evening, my son Steven calls from Alberta and we chat. TV shows I get for free
online come up in the conversation and I mention that I am hooked on The Big
Bang Theory. He loves that show and asks if I have seen The Ball Pit episode
yet. Too funny Mom! Killer hilarious!
b-
You know what I’m going to say, right? After we hang up, Katja and I sit on the
computer and bring up the next episode on the list. Half-way through, guess
what scene pops up? The Ball Pit Scene. It’s great, but I am too flustered by
this time to enjoy it fully. (*Feckin
Feckity Feck! Out of 6 seasons of 23 episodes each…let’s see, that’s a possible
138 episodes, that one comes on just
then! I need to buy a lottery ticket.)
7) a-
Before tackling my all-night book writing session (as I do nightly), I watch a
little ‘TV’ online. I am currently watching LOST. We gave up TV but we still
watch what we want online. Saves cash, it’s commercial free and makes us all
read a lot more. SO…I watch the next episode…but wish I hadn’t. Without going into a long explanation of what
happens, let me just say that in it, one character tells another a story about
how he won the lottery and got the numbers from a guy way far away in a place called Kalgoorlie, Australia. It was a man
who was fighting with his son and he wished he had the guts to call him on the
phone.
b-
This REALLY blew me away…after a day of endless blow-aways: My daughter, the aforementioned Lizard who is
on the outs with me right now (and who I wish I could call) lived in
Kalgoorlie, Australia and JUST moved out of it! (*Okay. Fine. Is that a Sign to call? Was that a punch in the gut or
what! What am I supposed to do! AAARRGGGHHH!)
This was all blog-worthy, crazy–ass stuff I knew I should
write about, but the straw that broke the camel’s back happened the next morning at
breakfast. I KNEW I had to get this all
down for the world to see, if only as evidence to my now 100% belief in SIGNS
and my new goal in discovering what the Sam Hell they mean! What happened, you
ask? Well…
8) a- I
had slept in after a 5:00 a.m. bedtime (I write better at night) so I had
breakfast alone and late (not usual)…about 10:00 a.m. I had bought a treat for Katja the
week prior and got her a sugar cereal (again, not a usual) and decided that I
was craving some of her Captain Crunch. Why not? The South Beach could wait. Mom’s can have some fun too,
right?
b-
Wrong. What happened next was not 'fun'. It was insane! So much, that I
even took a picture of it. I sat down to eat my Captain Crunch and watch one of
my favorite comedians, Stephen Colbert on The
Colbert Report. THIS is what came on as I ate:
You can imagine me sitting there, spoon
frozen mid-way to my mouth, looking at the Captain. I hadn’t
eaten CC for years, but there it was. RIGHT IN MY FACE! Here is a bowl shot for further proof:
And the ONLY thing that
was even MORE bizarre, was this:
Yes…I was reminded that my husband is from Germany. (*I surrender. Strike me down with lightning and take me now.)
Here is a 60 second clip of it (I won't even go into the 'coincidence' that my ex-husband is a dentist. My head might explode.):
I am either exceedingly perspicacious or just headed
for some kick-ass Enlightenment! All these Signs! What am I to do with this information?
I haven't a bloody clue. Somebody give me a
Sign!
What is the name of your book and if you had to sum up a description in 40 words or less, what would you say? The
name of my book is The Saving of NATION. Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun
married a mere 36 hours before committing joint suicide. This seems a
fruitless gesture unless you see how it would legitimize their child. A
child hidden and raised in Canada postwar. This is his story.
