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Thursday, September 22, 2011
11’s Everywhere!
I guess it has been a little while since I’ve commented (ranted, rambled) about the 11’s that continue to appear all around us. So, here’s a quick tale from yesterday.
At the hospital yesterday for Mrs. That Dan Guy’s day surgery, it is typical to get assigned a pager, before you are called in to see the doctor, Sort-of like Red Lobster, but without the enjoyment of scalded seafood.
Well, the receptionist made a big presentation out of giving her Pager #...11! Which was bizarre enough, until I went to take a picture of it on my i-Phone.
Which is probably an even more bizarre thing, but let’s stay with the story please...
That was when we noticed, as you will see from the photo, that it was Picture #111 of 111.
Give me a freakin’ break!!
It is relentless. If only we knew what it meant, we may be able to use it to steer ourselves away from the iceberg we keep circling back to lately.
There were more 11, 11 11, and 11 11 11 moments yesterday, but we’ll stick with this one for now.
Chow for now!!
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Oh ya, I forgot about that! Very strange. I have been handed a pager there twice before, and it is always "You know how the pager works right? Yes. Ok, just have a seat and hand in your pager when it goes off". This time, she looks me straight in the eye, big smile and says loudly "I will give you pager # 11!" OMG! What does it all mean? We only have a few months left to figure it out, then 2011 is all over! Sigh...why do things have to be so mysterious. Just say so, tell it like it is, the dance can get tiring ya know?
This was supposed to be our "year of harvest". It is to laugh...
Hmm, maybe the joke is on us? I suppose we never thought to question "Harvest what"? Yikes!
Manure?
Hopelessness?
Defeat???
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