I Have Experienced Synchronicity
This last weekend I attended a sweepstakers conference. I don't usually go anywhere or meet anyone so this was a big deal. I had to drive about 50 miles to get to it, and I am an old arthritic lady with health problems...so it was exhausting.
The first day, right before I left, someone hacked into my credit card....so I had to hustle to get a new one. Then, just before I left, right after I got my car washed and waxed, a guy in a pickup truck hit my car, denting it slightly and somehow spraying oil and grease on my car; had to start all over again at the car wash with added buffing fee. Then, the wash machine broke in the midst of my wash....so I was very stressed and late when I finally packed and headed out onto the highway.
It didn't help that, somehow, I had gotten very bad, extremely difficult and complicated directions from a bad Internet site.....a long, tiring, complicated trip...but I got there.
The next morning, there was a mixup at the hotel. The sweepstakes conference had disappeared. No one knew where it was! I spent all morning wandering around the hotel as the staff assured me it was there somewhere and kept telling me to keep looking.
Eventually, after missing the two lectures I had come for, I found out they'd changed venues at the last moment and forgot to tell me! By the time I got there, miles away from the hotel, the doors were locked and I got insulted by the hostess who mistook me for a street person....
Not a good beginning. And I also found out they'd cancelled the expo (venders) part of the conference as well as a class I'd looked forward to.
One important reason I'd decided to go was that the second day of the conference fell on my mother's birthday. My mother died about 13 years ago. My memories of my mother are sometimes fond, mostly very painful. Her birthday is hard for me so I thought a fun event would take my mind off the date.
So...I was exhausted and depressed and irritable by the end of the first day. And the next day was Mom's birthday (or one of them; she had two). I seriously considered just driving home and skipping the conference.
The next day, the 2nd day of the 2 day conference, I got up reluctantly and decided I'd go. But my mind was on my mother on her birthday, and I felt sad. I decided to try and remember the more admirable or at least more amusing moments I could remember about my mother.
The lecture was on a subject that totally bores me (online sweeps) and I zoned out. There was no sound system at all (no mic) and my hearing is bad...so it was hopeless to pay attention. My mind drifted back to 1949, the year my mother chased two tall dark suited FBI men down our street waving a baseball bat.
Yes, Mom was a genuinely memorable character. She was the only person I'd ever heard of who frightened the FBI. The two dark suited men never returned. [For why the FBI would be interested in my mother, read my story under the title: I Wan To Know The Truth Behind My Family's Lies And Secrets. Type the title into the Search box or the Group box exactly as written, including the spelling error and all the capital letters].
So I was zoned out, picturing Mom and the baseball bat, feeling sad as I always do remembering my childhood, also smiling a little at my spirited mom and her amazing attack on federal authority.
Suddenly...the lecture was over and my name was being shouted out. It was a drawing...and I'd won something!
It was a unique collectors item, a beautiful Japanese...baseball bat!
The first day, right before I left, someone hacked into my credit card....so I had to hustle to get a new one. Then, just before I left, right after I got my car washed and waxed, a guy in a pickup truck hit my car, denting it slightly and somehow spraying oil and grease on my car; had to start all over again at the car wash with added buffing fee. Then, the wash machine broke in the midst of my wash....so I was very stressed and late when I finally packed and headed out onto the highway.
It didn't help that, somehow, I had gotten very bad, extremely difficult and complicated directions from a bad Internet site.....a long, tiring, complicated trip...but I got there.
The next morning, there was a mixup at the hotel. The sweepstakes conference had disappeared. No one knew where it was! I spent all morning wandering around the hotel as the staff assured me it was there somewhere and kept telling me to keep looking.
Eventually, after missing the two lectures I had come for, I found out they'd changed venues at the last moment and forgot to tell me! By the time I got there, miles away from the hotel, the doors were locked and I got insulted by the hostess who mistook me for a street person....
Not a good beginning. And I also found out they'd cancelled the expo (venders) part of the conference as well as a class I'd looked forward to.
One important reason I'd decided to go was that the second day of the conference fell on my mother's birthday. My mother died about 13 years ago. My memories of my mother are sometimes fond, mostly very painful. Her birthday is hard for me so I thought a fun event would take my mind off the date.
So...I was exhausted and depressed and irritable by the end of the first day. And the next day was Mom's birthday (or one of them; she had two). I seriously considered just driving home and skipping the conference.
The next day, the 2nd day of the 2 day conference, I got up reluctantly and decided I'd go. But my mind was on my mother on her birthday, and I felt sad. I decided to try and remember the more admirable or at least more amusing moments I could remember about my mother.
The lecture was on a subject that totally bores me (online sweeps) and I zoned out. There was no sound system at all (no mic) and my hearing is bad...so it was hopeless to pay attention. My mind drifted back to 1949, the year my mother chased two tall dark suited FBI men down our street waving a baseball bat.
Yes, Mom was a genuinely memorable character. She was the only person I'd ever heard of who frightened the FBI. The two dark suited men never returned. [For why the FBI would be interested in my mother, read my story under the title: I Wan To Know The Truth Behind My Family's Lies And Secrets. Type the title into the Search box or the Group box exactly as written, including the spelling error and all the capital letters].
So I was zoned out, picturing Mom and the baseball bat, feeling sad as I always do remembering my childhood, also smiling a little at my spirited mom and her amazing attack on federal authority.
Suddenly...the lecture was over and my name was being shouted out. It was a drawing...and I'd won something!
It was a unique collectors item, a beautiful Japanese...baseball bat!
70-79, F
