October 31, 2005
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R, if you’re reading this, guess who was at the party tonight, which really was more of a reading than a party: John, your ex-brother-in-law. He was brought in to revamp this writers’ group. Johnny came up to me at the break, recognized me right away and — I don’t know, it was as if he were there waiting for me. I am so freaked out, in a good way, that — And maybe this is the part where I’m making stuff up but I’ll tell you what, I went from standing in the back because I couldn’t find the fucking place and got there late, to sitting up front with John and being introduced to all the readers. Then I met his buddy, the new guy in charge. After everyone had read they took me to meet the teacher whose class I’ll be taking. Talk about dialed in.
I almost gave up and came home. I had an address but it wasn’t where I thought it was. They have purchased a house in Southeast, which they call the “center.” I had been driving up and down in the dark, looking for some sort of hall. Thank God I didn’t dress up in my costume. I found this house, crept up to the front door because I could see people in chairs. I was standing there, peering through the window, when John’s friend, Pat, the new man in charge, opened the door and welcomed me in. It was packed and there were no chairs left so I stood in the hallway with Pat and we listened to the poet read.
This was no party. I tried to remember the write-up about it. I remember alcohol, maybe food. Nothing about chairs and reading. But the poets were good and the audience was 75% male, mostly my age. At the break John appeared, and from then on it was smooth sailing. The really trippy part about all this is that it was John. John’s older brother is my ex-husband’s oldest friend. He and Henry just got back from a week-long sailing trip. When we were first married, R and John’s older brother were our best friends. And there are other reasons this seems beyond coincidental. All I know is I’m supposed to be there.
Comments (17)
Life is so strange and just as it should be. I just dont /cant believe in coincidence anymore.Imnot allowed.
Life has been just TOO COINCIDENTAL..
=)
Take care!
Isn’t it funny how the universe just leads us around by the nose sometimes?
Of course you’re supposed to be there; otherwise you wouldn’t be. 
T
it’s a small small world you revolve in. mine seems much bigger than that. it’s rare that i see the same checker twice at the store. i can’t imagine going anywhere and meeting someone i know…
Things happen for a reason!
Yay for cookies and open mic! Doug is a bit of a cantankerous fellow who went to Case some of the same time I did. We were in Kol HaShamayim, the Jewish a capella group, together. He sang bass, and the loss of him broke up the group. We were always able to fill the other slots, with a little grunt work. My first semester, I sang alto and some soprano. Next I sang soprano. Next was tenor, and finally I was the strongest soprano (and tenor for a song) when our numbers dwindled too much.
I don’t know Jeri in person, but I feel as close to her sometimes as I do to you. You, Jeri, and to some extent Brenda, feel like close, warm aunts. I don’t quite remember how I discovered jeri’s blog, but she was one of the first to whom I subscribed when I was at my other janedivided name.
My last day at this job is Friday, officially. I do not yet have a job lined up in Dayton, but maybe my presence there can speed things along. I’m not prepared to be sans husband for very much longer. I know things seem to be spur of the moment, and I suppose things are happening quickly, but I have a strong support structure in Dayton of family and friends, and I’ve moved at least a dozen times in my life, the last three or four practically on my own.
I have about half a dozen applications pending down there, including the editing thing. I’ve read some of Ellora’s Cave’s stuff, and it doesn’t seem quite as dark and deviant as I originally thought. I’m considering doing it on a part time basis until I get something else together. Don’t worry; I’ll consider it long and hard. I suppose I could have sent this as an e-mail
, but I wanted to read your stuff as well.
A funny story – my dad’s parents grew up in an old St. Louis neighborhood. They stayed together until their youngest son graduated from high school, about the time I was born. There were rumors in their youth that my grandfather was unfaithful with a woman down the road. She died several years ago, and my grandfather died years after. My grandmother and the woman’s husband are now married. It’s a strange coincidence. Much love to you!
I love those moments where you KNOW you’re in the right spot. A room that’s 75% men with poetry reading sounds like a damn fine place to be!!! (and thank you so much for your lovely comments on my site. You make me feel so nice. Any chance you are free for New Year’s…..I think you and I could have alot of fun at one of those dances!!)
Isn’t life great? I live for these weird, seemingly coincidental, moments. Have fun!
Oh Pru this is so the right place for you. You know it too. Writer’s start you engines!!!
Nice to find one’s place isn’t it. Cheers
happy halloween
Sounds like serendipity-isn’t it exciting when life connects?! I love it.
Follow your instincts and enjoy the company….sounds like fun
Hanging with writers … not a bad way to celebrate Halloween. I really should try to enjoy the local writing community/support system more … although, truth be told, the supportive pool of Xanga writing types is something I really like.
Right place! I’m sure that made your night! I recently lost a friend, who died suddenly. However, his best friend and I were reminescing how we all met. Their ex wives were best friends before they were even wives, then we were neighbors then buddies then dated then married to other people then remained friends thru the years. Wow! Where life takes us!
Well, at least you went to a Halloween party. I ignored the whole thing.
RYC; You’d love Italy, I promise you that. I was charmed and amazed the first time I went there. Milan is sort of the workhouse city; the way Frankfurt is to Germany. Not picturesque, although it has its little gracious places. (And “The Last Supper.”) Even if I could only go to Milan, I’d got back to Italy in a heartbeat.
Lynn
ryc: sometimes its motions, but lately ive needed to destress and motions help me with that:)
Coincidences? Maybe, maybe not. Synchronicities… This really was meant to be. It’s like a place was there for you all along. You just hadn’t arrived yet. xo