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Last Friday I had the odd sense of being babbled at by the Universe. Bear with me, this is a bit silly:
So I'm at Starbucks, as I am wont to be, and looking at a CD for Corinne Bailey Rae while I wait. I get a sense of ping because of the words in the song that's playing, but not enough to even retain what the words were, much less worry about it.
Later on, driving North on 101, and I realize I'm exiting the freeway for 84 East when I'd meant to go all the way up to 92 East. It's a bit rare that I exit the freeway without conciously meaning to (last time I did it twice in a row for no apparent reason on Yule, and wasn't able to drive on the freeway again until after I passed a house with a really lovely setup of deer on their lawn) - whatever. At least I don't have to pass a graveyard before getting back on track anymore.
I turn on the radio for the traffic report out of curiosity to see if I should indeed take 84 across the bay, or take 92 like I usually do, and the announcer is talking to a woman who has just won a Corinne Bailey Rae CD, and a chance to win a trip to see her in concert in Paris. The woman's name is the same as mine. Huh. Well, maybe I should have bought that CD when it caught my attention. I'll look into what songs are actually on the thing sometime soon to see if it correlates to anything I'm working on.
Later on in the same driving trip, I'm heading North on 880, listening to a different radio station. When I get to the ramp for 238 East, I hear another radio contest go by. Somebody else has won another CD of some kind, and a chance for a trip somewhere East of here (Puerto Rico I think). The woman's name is the same as mine.
Okay, NOW I'm actually paying attention. Why is it that turning off a Northbound freeway onto an Eastbound freeway is connected to women with my name winning CDs and a chance to take a trip somewhere across Eastern water? If it were a dream I'd think it was some kind of code, but digging deeper I don't find much in the way of CONTENT. (Except, perhaps, "GO EAST!")
I feel like the Universe is demanding my attention and then shrugging at me.
So I get where I'm going and relate this to my lover, who finds it as amusing as I do. Later on, while we're shopping, we pass a fountain, and I get a couple of dimes from him to toss into the water. But I didn't make a wish, I just sent them as a sort of return ping in response to the pings I'd recieved earlier. And I thought to myself "What would be nice is if the Universe could use the telephone."
Two steps away from the fountain my phone rings. We both laugh. I answer "Hello?" and a man responds "Hello?". We go back and forth this way a few times and I finally point out that this is my cell phone, and he called me so I sort of figured he wanted something? "Oh, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number." Well that does indeed sum up my day.
Last, but not least, walking down the sidewalk in that very same shopping center, another couple approaches us, chattering away incoherantly. When they're paralell to us, the only two words that reach my ear clearly are "...the Pagans..." Now, nothing is impossible, but the two were definitely not dressed like most pagans I know, nor did they move or sound like them, so I definitely wasn't expecting to hear those words go by at that moment.
I finally just threw my hands up and shouted "WHAT?!"
Ahhh well.
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