Reader Contribution - "Grey Eyes" are following me

Background - Maureen wrote, on Monday Gwyneth and I were riding in the car talking about our eye color (we have the same color).   Sometimes they are blue and sometimes they are green, it just depends on what we are wearing.  I went on to tell her about a teacher I had in the 7^th grade, “Mr. D”, who used to call me “Grey Eyes”.  I hadn’t thought about him in 32 years and told Gwyneth that he was a young (probably about 24 years old and just out of college) and fun teacher that all the girls loved!  It was a short, but sweet, walk down memory lane and then Gwyneth and I moved on to another subject.

S.C.O.U.T. - The NEXT day I get a friend request from “Mr. D” on Facebook!!!

Maureen goes on to say WTF (which is another form of YGTBKM – You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me)!!!  I whole heartedly agree Maureen, WTF!!!!  We are all assuming that old “Grey Eyes” accepted the friend request and took advantage of the invite from God and the universe to catch up with “Mr. D”!  Absolutely uncanny.

July 6, 2010 - Jeopardy is a wiz(ard)

Background - Yesterday I found myself wondering how old Harry Potter was when the series of books that is based on him begins.  I just couldn’t remember (even having read every single book) and for some strange reason this little tid-bit of random, useless information had become a burning question that was driving me crazy!  I was too busy to sit down and look it up, so I eventually just let it go while telling myself that it really wasn’t that big of a deal and that I could pull my copy of “The Sorcerer’s Stone” out at some point and figure it out. 

S.C.O.U.T. - Tonight on Jeopardy (kids week), one of the answers for the contestants was…

“This character was 11 years old when he received

his acceptance letter to wizarding school”

Uncanny!  So now I know; how random, and seemingly meaningless.  Although, if you record how often this phenomenon happens (as I do) then there is no way to call it a mere coincidence; suddenly the implications become staggering and makes me wonder if the mere fact that this happens is indeed the meaning.

My goofy dog Scout says “who cares”.  When is the universe going to answer something important like “how do we achieve world peace? “Or “is it possible to conquer world hunger for good? “Or “what are Fridays winning lottery numbers? “; patience my furry friend. 

Reader Contribution - Wish upon a tiled wall

Maureen wrote - Just last week on one of my 8 million trips in and out of the driveway, I saw the workmen carrying a large piece of tiled wall from the neighbor’s house. I recognized the tile, I remember when Jim installed it for Barb all those years ago, c...an't believe it's been 7 years since they moved . I got sad thinking life has gotten so busy that we have not chatted on the phone for several months.

S.C.O.U.T. -   I ran my errand, came home and waiting on my phone was a message from Barb saying she misses me and has not spoken to me in a while. Total Scout!!!

No doubt about it, it gives you the shivers when someone seems to be responding to your thoughts, someone who lives many, many miles away.  The question is, “who was responding to whose thoughts?”  Was Barb thinking about Maureen before she called and Maureen sensed it, or the other way around?  Or was it nothing more than a coincidence?  My goofy dog Scout is thoughtfully mulling over that very question, while he chews my husband’s slipper to pieces.

July, 12, 2010 - She loves more than just the rain

Background - I stared out the window into the dark and listened to the rain pelting the window.  I’m thinking of my Mom and begin to cry, missing her so profoundly, my heart aching with the frustration and stark reality that she is gone.  She loved the rain and I should be sitting on the phone with her sharing this moment.

S.C.O.U.T. - In that split second I hear the “text received” ding dong coming from my cell phone in the kitchen.  It was my brother John texting me to see how I was doing.  He said he was just thinking about me and wanted to say “I love you”.  I find this timing strange because we haven’t talked weeks.  Maybe my mom isn’t as far away as I think she is.

My goofy dog Scout lays his head in my lap and we sit for a while and just listen to the rain.

June 30, 2010 - The wonderful Mr. Drozd

Background -   Yesterday I was scrap booking my sons freshman year of high school (which ended weeks ago) and I added only one picture of a teacher.  It was his English teacher, Mr. Drozd.  I sat back and thought about this remarkable man and how he had inspired my son to write and write and write.   I thought about how lucky the world was to have an English teacher like him to engage young minds.  After a moment I laughed at myself for obsessing about this man that I barely knew!   Giving just one more thanks to the universe and the “powers that be” for his motivating teaching style, kind nature and diligent work ethic, I closed the scrapbook to go make dinner.  I told my son about it that night because I was STILL thinking about the wonderful Mr. Drozd!  I wanted my son to know that he would always have a picture in his scrapbook to remind him of this remarkable man and then I FINALLY let it go and went to bed.

S.C.O.U.T. - Mr. Drozd passed away today very suddenly of a brain aneurism.  I was stunned beyond belief as the previous days obsession came flooding back to me in detail.  With shaking hands, I added one final note about his passing in my son’s scrapbook. 

I couldn’t help thinking that I may have found the reason for the previous day’s obsession.  Mr. Drozd rest in peace, you won’t be forgotten.  God, the universe and “the powers that be” have made sure of that.