Weird people on my…
Twice I walked out of the office today with the exact same thought coming out of my mouth…”Wow, that was total synchronicity!” I”m back on my synchronicity kick. I’ve been reading my “power of coincidence” book again and just like the last time I read it, now I’m seeing synchronicity everywhere. Plus, we watched a movie last night called “The air I breathe” or something like that with brendan frasier and forrest whitaker and that was all about synchronicity. Plus, I’m making that a theme in the book I’m still attempting to write.
Anyway, I have to start writing this stuff down. I already forgot what the first one was about, but this is the second one. I get my teeth cleaned in South Portland by a very nice dental hygienist named Sonya. She is from Bosnia (I think…or Croatia… I hate to admit but I really don’t know the difference). She’s very sweet and I can tell she is a little sad. She had a life over there and she moved here and now she’s a dental hygienist. I’m sure she’s making ok money, especially for Maine, but god… how hard would it be to move from your home country and settle in Maine? I mean, I love it here, but it would be sort of like moving from Kansas and going to Siberia (I guess)…and she has a husband and a baby and she talked her parents into coming over. I forget the whole story because it was told to me months and months ago, but the gist is that they are well-educated people who had good jobs in Bosnia(Croatia?) and they don’t speak english. They moved here and the only job they could get, while they study english, is as cleaning people. Somehow we realized that they work in the very office I work in. Which is very odd because it’s not like I work in a high rise. My company owns the whole building, so it’s pretty coincidental.
So at first I thought she was wrong…she was just saying “Yeah that must be the place they work” because it’s on that street - a major street in Portland. Then I started to notice the cleaning crew. Yes, there was an older couple who looked foreign (how do I know? I dunno). Well, months pass… I notice this all in passing. Then I start thinking about them. I see them more often. Last night I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about them. Well, that’s the end of the story. There’s nothing else, but it’s like I want to help them. Or be kind to them. I saw the wife last night and she smiled at me and I just want to… I don’t know! I feel for them.
So that was a stupid story. I was really mad at a coworker on Monday. By Tuesday afternoon I was trying to be civil. By this morning, I was being quite nice, if reserved. then I found out his father’s cancer is back and will probably die. I was glad I wasn’t still being a bitch to him.
My posts make no sense anymore. I am sorry! Well it’s 8:15 and I have piano tomorrow and it’s been ugly lately. I’ll put in a solid half hour and then I’m sketching out my scenes for my novel. Here’s my one sentence synopsis. Don’t steal it:
A greeting card writer accidentally burns down her house and decides to turn platitudes on the page to passion in her life.
What do you think?
