If you’ve ever been a kid in school, then you know this feeling . . .
Your assignment was to write a “composition”, or a poem, or a short story.
Naturally, you wanted it to be interesting – maybe even clever!
The blank page before you was hypnotizing.
As you gazed upon it, things went out of focus.
The more you tried to think of what to write, the tougher it was to begin.
The clock kept ticking, ticking, ticking…
That’s just about where I am right now.
I’ll try again tomorrow! 😉
(Topic suggestions are always welcome.)
Although I’ve never paid much attention to numerology, I have been aware of number patterns.
From our earliest days together, Sir Beads and I began to notice that the number 2 continually showed up in our lives. Our various apartment numbers, phone numbers, street addresses, license plate numbers, etc. have often seemed to have more than our fair share of 2’s in them. We’ve always chalked it up to coincidence but, at the same time, have been amused by it. And we think it’s uncanny that we often just happen to look at the clock when the time is 2:22!
A couple of weeks ago, Sir Beads stopped at the deli counter on his way home to pick up a couple of things I had requested. He grabbed a ticket and stood in line for service. He smiled to see the number he received and brought it home to show me . . .
The very next week, I again asked if he could stop by the supermarket for a rotisserie chicken. (He’s a saint, I tell you!) Imagine our surprise when the ticket machine dispensed the ticket you see below on the right . . .
And notice the date is the 22nd!
Should we be buying lottery tickets? 😉
I came across this recently and thought it was quite meaningful.
Hope you like it too. 🙂
Chinese Folk Tale
There is an ancient tale about a farmer who used an old horse to till his fields. One day, the horse escaped into the hills and when the farmer’s neighbors sympathized with the old man over his bad luck, the farmer replied, “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”
A week later, the horse returned with a whole herd of horses from the hills and this time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was, “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”
Then, when the farmer’s son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”
Some weeks later, the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer’s son with his broken leg, they let him off. Now was that good luck or bad luck . . . who knows?
Isn’t it true? Things are not always the way they appear at first. Sometimes, it takes a while before we know the lasting outcome of an experience . . .
It occurred to me the other day that I no longer wear a watch.
The crazy thing is – I have no idea when I stopped!
Remember several years ago when having a collection of modestly priced watches became popular? It was fun to have a variety of choices to coordinate with your wardrobe – gold, silver, casual, dressy!
And remember how we all learned to pull out the stem on a watch, if it wasn’t being worn, so as not to wear out the battery? Now that was a valuable tip.
I may not know when I stopped bothering with my watch, but I think I’ve figured out why!
It was my cell phone. 😉 Once that phone was in the picture, I must have gradually become less concerned about popping on a watch on my way out the door. Makes sense! Whenever I’m in a situation where I might not be near a clock, I usually have my cell phone with me – and it’s just as easy to take a peek at the phone for the time.
OK. Mystery solved!
There’s just one problem.
I have this little drawer full of pretty watches with their stems pulled out . . . 😉
Do you wear a watch?
I’ve had a love affair with flowers ever since I was knee-high to a grasshopper.
Ok . . . I was a little taller than that, but definitely pre-kindergarten!
It all began with the pansies! I remember the first time I watched my grandmother planting them in her garden. I was mesmerized. No two were exactly alike, each with markings that resembled little “faces”, and velvety petals in burgundy or purple. (Perhaps that explains my affinity for those colors, even now.)
When I was old enough to take the subway into downtown Boston (either to shop, or in later years to go to work), I was always enchanted with the flower vendor stalls located underground – close to where one would catch a train. First of all, the fragrance was amazing! It would literally assail your nostrils the moment you came anywhere near the stalls. Next, you’d catch that first glimpse of a riot of color – flowers of all kinds, neatly displayed in pails of varying sizes. The prices were really quite reasonable back then. Even my meager babysitting wages could cover the cost of a cheerful bouquet. As a teen, I enjoyed stopping on my way home to purchase flowers for my grandmother. It always seemed like such a “full circle” moment to present them to the one who inspired a love of flowers in me! 😀
After Sir Beads and I had been married a little over a decade, he began to bring me flowers every week. This went on for several years and I absolutely adored it! During that time, our dining table always looked so beautiful. The flowers would change from week to week with each arrangement prettier than the last. Eventually, I decided we should probably be saving the money for necessities, and I reluctantly suggested that he stop. But you know what? Those years of weekly flowers made a lasting impression on all of us. They brought a special joy that lingered long after we discontinued the tradition.
Of course, I still love having fresh flowers in our home from time to time, and I enjoy seeing them grow in our yard. Lately, however, I’ve been busy making flowers. More on that soon! 😀