|Sometimes, it's not so random
||[Feb. 9th, 2008|11:13 pm]
Celestine Prophesy. One of the things I remember about it is that it was very badly written. Another thing I remember is it presented the idea that coincidences aren't. If you find coincidence in your life, it means The Universe is trying to send you a message, and you should pay attention.Many years ago, I read The |
Now, I'm all about getting messages from the Universe. But the majority of the time, a coincidence is just a coincidence.
For example, the other day, out of the blue, I started thinking about Shelly Fabares. I'm not sure exactly why she popped into my head. It was either Husband mentioned Howard Hessman > Howard Hessman was on One Day At A Time > So was Bonnie Franklin > How come she never wore lipstick > her partner wore lipstick > her partner was Shelly Fabares > I wonder whatever happend to her - or - I saw a story about George Clooney > Rosemary Clooney was his aunt > she made those weird commercials > didn't Nanette Fabrey do commercials > she was Shelly Fabares' aunt > I wonder whatever happened to her.
In any case, my wandering mind settled on Shelly Fabares for a moment. I thought about looking her up on imdb, but got distracted and never got around to it. Then, a few days later, I happened to be reading megwood and she mentioned she had gotten an email from Mike Farrell and I started thinking about him and looked him up on imdb and lo and behold he's married to...wait for it...Shelly Fabares.
Now, according to The Celestine Prophesy, this means that Shelly Fabares has some sort of message for me. I really don't think so. Or maybe she does, and I just don't want her to, because I'm afraid it will be hairstyling tips.
On the other hand, there are times when things happen for a reason. A couple of weeks ago, I needed to pick up Middle Daughter's prescription. This isn't as easy as it sounds; I have to call the doctor's office at least a day in advance and then go pick it up and then take it to the pharmacy to get it filled. And because I'm not very organized, this month I had to pick it up on a work day. I figured I'd pick the scrip up from the doctor's office on my way to work, then get it filled on my way home.
Only, when I got to the doctor's office, it took ages to get the prescription. By the time the nurse called my name and handed me the scrip, it was only 15 minutes until the pharmacy was due to open, and I was already running late. So, I decided to go ahead and drive to the pharmacy, which is on the way to my office, and drop it off, and just be a little later. By the time I got there, it had started to drizzle, and I didn't have an umbrella, and my hair got wet, leaving me looking like I was auditioning for the lead in Annie - The Middle Aged Years.
When I got to the pharmacy, it was still ten minutes until opening time, so I browsed the store. Did I mention the pharmacy is in a grocery store? Well, while browsing, I found Yuban! On sale! Siskers turned me on to Yuban when I visited her in Cali and I've never seen it here. But, there it was, in a big old honkin' can, for half price!
Yuban in hand, I trotted back to the pharmacy, only to find it closed. The pharmacist was running late, and no one knew exactly when he would be in. I thought about just going on to work, but I was already late, and figured a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. So, I waited. And then a woman came up to the window, yoo-hooing, and I told her they were late opening, and she started telling me about why she was there.
Her brother was in the hospital with a staph infection, and she had been battling with the doctors and the hospital over his meds schedule, because the nurse got the doctor's instructions wrong, and they had stopped his treatment. And while she was spending days at the hospital taking care of her brother, her own meds had run out and she needed to get them refilled, but her regular pharmacy was too far away from the hospital, so she had stopped by this one instead.
She was a little sheepish for spilling her story and commented with a laugh that it was really stressful and she could either go crazy or vent to strangers about it. And I sympathized with her and commiserated a bit, and then the pharmacist showed up and we went our separate ways.
And on the drive to work, I started thinking about how nice it was that I was there for her to vent to, having recently been dealing with similar frustrations myself. And it put my frizzy hair and being late for work into perspective. And I think that maybe it wasn't just a random series of events that led us to be in the same place at the same time. Sometimes, it's not an accident.