Merriam Webster describes synchronicity as the coincidental occurrence of events -especially psychic events (as similar thoughts in widely separated persons or a mental image of an unexpected event before it happens) that seem related but are not explained by conventional mechanisms of causality.
I describe synchronicity as the coincidental occurrence of strange events which typically happen to redheads only.
Yesterday, I enjoyed a redheaded synchronous event, one right out of Carl Jung's a causal connecting principle. It reminds of the time my "First Kiss" short story was read on radio Alice in San Francisco. There I was, driving down the street, (following KB to a coffee shop) when I felt this overwhelming urge to tune my radio to 97.3. I was just in time to hear the producer say she has this great short story she wants to read over the air. Something in my gut said it was going to be my story. All the breathable air seemed to leave the car, as all I could do was wave and honk at KB, who pulled over, sure I was having a heart attack.
There, over my car speakers, like a whisper from the Gods, was my short story being read to thousands of bay area commuters, while I jump up and down in the middle of the street yelling, "KB they are reading my story! I wrote that!" She stands grinning outside her car, as if to say "I am not surprised" with the twinkle in her eyes that knows we are in the middle of a Catherine adventure.
So there I was yesterday driving to Rite Aid to buy Brian allergy medicine, because I swear this boy of mine is allergic to air at this time of year. His eyes look like something from a Hannibal rising horror film, all puffed and red, and little wads of Kleenex are found in small piles throughout the house. Fed up, I decide to go buy him some Claritin.
On my way to Rite Aid I begin day dreaming about my next vehicle, imagining myself driving a 2007 Mercedes-Benz GL 450:
And I think, "Hmmm I really should go test drive one, or find one to take a photo of..." Just then in the distance, parking in front of Rite Aid is my dream car. A tall, good looking businessman gets out and walks into Rite Aid. Bless my over-boiled potatoes, here is my chance.
I park and walk over to his car and for a time am lost in the thoughts of driving it, when I decide I should get Brian his allergy medication. I stand in line at the pharmacy to buy medicine that I used to be able to pick up in the isles, but I guess we are all future crack whores to the government. After allowing my drivers license to be swiped for a whoppin' 10 pills, I exit towards the electronic doors, where the Mercedes man is standing at the edge of a counter.
"Is that your beautiful Mercedes?" I ask, pointing outside.
"Why yes," he grins.
"It's my dream car. I have a photo of it above my desk. Do you love it?" I inquire.
"Here then", he continues, "Take my keys and go sit in it and check it out for yourself."
I am stunned as he hands me his car keys and directs me out the door. He does not follow, and leaves me to go check out his car on my own - ME the perfect stranger. He stays inside Rite Aid, as I press the buttons that open the driver's door. I am experiencing that elated, excited feeling as I slide across the seat, placing my hands around the leather steering wheel. It feels surreal.
I imagine myself driving the freeway to my other dream home in Los Gatos:
I thoroughly enjoy the moment, taking it all in, then slowly I exit the drivers seat, gently shut the door and walk back into Rite Aid.
I am sure my grin was as wide as my ass. I pass him back his keys and say, "WOW. How kind of you. Thank you so much!"
"Did you like it?" he grins.
"I loved it" I laugh.
He takes a package from the Rite Aid employee at the counter, turns to me and smiles, "If I was not on my way to an appointment I'd let you take it for a test drive." With that he shakes my hand, winks and exits to the parking lot. I'd move my feet to follow - if they'd only move.
God I love redheaded synchronicity.
Now if someone invites me to that house, I'll pee my pants.
Until next time-
C
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Tags: Redheads, Los Gatos, Mercedes, synchronicity
