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WIsh I were in New York. this 12-12-12.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
“Oh, oh, mom!” That’s my girls, Elissa and Michelle. “You seem to be doing that a lot lately. How can you remember all those details of the past, but you can’t remember where you put your car keys, or your cell phone?”
“Hmm....think it’s an aging thing. It’s what numbers mean to me nowadays, and they keep adding up, believe me!” So thinking about numbers:
, in a new job, in a great
city, living in Washington,
DC Dupont Circle.
the best thing being nearer to my Mom, brother and sister in T allahassee. We celebrated the dawn of
the 21st century together, 01/01/2000. She died three years later, on 3/30/2003, another special combination.
probably meeting with English Club at Starobelsk library.
and grandkids. Come full circle. Sylvania, with kids
Sylvania, surrounded by family, looking forward to
another Christmas together and a trip to Mexico with
Red letter days. No end in sight!
There won’t be a 13/13/13, either. Too bad! I’ve always liked that number, being that my birthday is on 3/13. And I lived in apartments numbered 313 and 1013 in the historic
condo when I lived in DC. Lots of thirteens have fallen on Fridays, too, with no
adverse effects. In
fact, lots of good times.
So today I’m grateful that we can celebrate the magic numbers 12/12/12. I hope it means good luck, good health, joy for the holidays, and peace on earth at some time in the not too distant future.
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