Weird Things
Yesterday was a day of odd things. I woke up this morning to discover that yesterday’s blog, which I posted to Facebook has disappeared from Facebook, without explanation that I can find. I know it was there. Now it’s not. That seems weird, but I’m pretty used to weirdness when it comes to the digital world because computer code can get glitchy without any seeming reason and it’s hard to know what’s going on in a program that probably has billions of lines of code. Problems creep up like whack a mole and we don’t know why.
The other weird thing that happened yesterday was a nice, weird thing. I was walking in the attic, retrieving Christmas decorations. I walked by a group of shelves I’ve walked by for years. Something red caught my eye. It was a plastic horse that a friend and I painted red when we were in high school in 1963 and took to basketball games. The names of the players were written on it. I thought I’d lost it in one of my many moves. But there it was. At the same time, I found a set of antique mugs I’d bought with the original logo for the University of Houston. I thought I’d lost them, too. But they also are now found.
It’s odd how things work out sometimes if you just quit worrying about them. You wouldn’t believe the scenarios I created to explain the disappearance of those mugs and that horse. Then, when I’d totally stopped thinking about them and looking for them, they show up. I wonder why the world works that way. Seems sort of mysterious, but it’s a nice mysterious, and at this stage in my life, it feels good to embrace the mysterious and be happy about it. And now I wonder what other good things might come my way.