Synchronicity - I dreamt last night of an old friend, who I haven't seen in many years and still holds a special place in my heart. Circumstances which cannot be detailed in a forum such as this (the walls have ears, ya see) have dictated that the chapter of my life involving this friend is now closed. It took some time and some personal realization on my part to understand and accept this, and move on. Last night's dream was quite vivid - one of those 'was I dreaming or did it happen?' types that lingers in the mind well after waking up.

I was mulling the experience over while showering this morning, recalling when we were best friends; the times, the music and such. Out of these thoughts, the song Synchronicity II by The Police jumped into my head as if to volunteer as a theme song for the time. It fit.

Today the radio station we listen to in our office played the song. I haven't heard it on the radio in years.

Was this synchronicity, or is someone somewhere sending me subliminal signals?

Don't you just love alliteration?

Cornucopia - The new owners of our apartment buildings are going about replacing the windows. We've watched as the stacks of new glass have marched from building to building throughout the past week. I strongly suspect our lowrise is on the hit list within the next few days. I've tentatively booked that day off work if it falls on a weekday. I'd like to be there to keep the cats from flying out open windows and doors; keep our valuables protected; keep safe the tropical aquariums; help move furniture, plants and blinds. I would assume they will do one window at a time; I can't see that they would leave the entire apartment exposed to the elements of winter for any length of time.

Paternal Health Update - Dad called me on Sunday afternoon. He's home from the hospital now, slowly but steadily recovering. He sounded in good spirits (who wouldn't be, having received a second chance?) but was tiring easily. I asked if he was glad to be sleeping in his own bed again. He said they had to bring a hospital bed home and set it up in the bedroom, as their bed is too low for him to climb in and out of. It will be good to get up Ottawa way during March Break and visit with him. We've an open invitation to crash at his place and may just take it up.

Cornucopia II - I have to hand to Amazon.com; they've done a fine job searching for some out-of-print books for me. I received one of them in the mail the other day - From A Whisper To A Scream, by Samuel M. Key, which is a pseudonym used by my favourite author Charles DeLint for books he's written that belong more in the horror genre than urban fantasy. If it's anything like his first horror-esque book Mulengro, then I'm in for a fine read.

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way Out The Washroom - Sprinked about the school are some staff-only washrooms, the multiple stalls being unisex, the single biffys being either/or. Yesterday afternoon, I was minding my business while doing my business in the second of two stalls in one of the staff-only mens rooms. While there, I heard someone enter and take up station in the stall next door. As I stood before the sink washing my hands, the other person finished and exited the stall. She saw me standing there and commented "Oh, has the school gone co-ed now in the washrooms?" and hastily beat a path past me to the exit. As she left, I saw her glance at the little generic man stuck to the door. She let out a tiny 'eep!' as she realised what she had done, and sprinted from my sight.

I thought this type of thing only happened on Ally McBeal. Life imitates art yet again.

Cornucopia III - I'm a regular Irc'er on the Undernet; have been for a few years. #North is my haunt, where I go by the name of CanDragon. Two of our regulars (who met online and have since married) recently moved from Calgary to Oakville (near Toronto.) This coming Saturday, a number of us in the online community are having a gathering to welcome them to Ontario. This will be my first chance to meet a lot of these bit heads in person. I'm looking forward to finally placing the words to faces and voices.

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What is the deal with that dream and song?

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