The coincidences of life take us by surprise when we least expect it. I picked up a note I’d written several years go — it had been buried in a tray on my desk. I read the note and it appeared to be random genealogical facts — the dates of my brother-in-law’s birth and death (he died in Viet Nam); a bit of math, working out someones age; the fact that my mother-in-law had passed away on November 28, 1980. I stopped dead in my tracks for November 28 was our younger son’s wedding anniversary. I had never connected the dates until that moment. The number 28 is also of importance in birth dates that connect our family: My husband’s birthday is the 8th of the month, our first son’s birthday is the 18th and the eldest grandson’s birthday is the 28th. I think I’d like to start reading up on numerology. Life is utterly amazing at times.
My road trip yesterday was a good one. We drove east on Hwy. 58 so were able to see the aftermath of the flooding that occurred last month. There were several places where the hillside had huge, unnatural gaps — like a giant hand had scooped out the side of the hill. We both commented that we were glad we weren’t caught in that flood when it happened, although my friend had trouble returning home after a weekend trip. She had to spend the night at a motel in Mojave. She said she thinks it was the last room available anywhere, and one she wouldn’t have normally picked out to stay in, but desperation made the decision for her.
Today is a bright clear day, and the snow is almost gone. You can just see a bit of white at the very top of the mountain. Trains are running and life is good.
Be safe, be well, and please be happy. Be sure to tell those you love that you love them.