DAY 743: A Number of Things

Hello, my friends. I hope you enjoyed your weekend.

Friday my sister, in her matching top, made lunch for me. Immediately after this photo, she was giving me the address of where I would be taking our dad for an eye appointment. That’s when she got a phone call from the business office at Berkshire Medical, wanting information about our dad’s Medicare. “Why are you asking me this,” she wanted to know. Turns out my dad had been taken to the emergency room nine hours earlier, admitted and taken to a room three hours earlier, and yet no one had called either of us. While she’s taking to the hospital, I’m calling is independent living facility, together putting the pieces together. Dear dad had another case of pneumonia. We have both visited and both expressed our outrage at not having gotten a call. He’s just been taken off oxygen and stepped down to a regular room, so the antibiotics are working and he will go to rehab soon.

Saturday I did some shopping for more items to put in my travel altars, then had a very enjoyable lunch with my ex. Perhaps one of the best things to come out of going on the road was my daughter insisting that before I moved out of state, that the two of us get along. Until then, we pretty much only communicated when absolutely necessary. The hot anger had subsided long ago, proving to me again the adage “You are never angry for the reason you think.” It turned out, as it often does, the real source of anger was for not trusting my intuition. Anyhow, before I moved to New Hampshire, he and I formally made peace, and together with our daughter, began going out for dinners. Now we sometimes go to lunch without her.

I have enjoyed incredible sunsets, found another pay phone, this one at the 7/11 on Route 5 in East Windsor (a call costs 50 cents) and have been finding myself seeing what I consider magical numbers all over the place. These are ones I got from my phone. They always come as affirmations for what I am about to do, or that I am in the flow. I still find feathers, but not as often as I did before numbers began appearing. It’s more likely a bird will come close.

What signs do you get? (You can comment on the Facebook post, where you will see more photos.)