I had a post in mind explaining why it pisses me off when people start tinkering with the fundamental core concepts of the romance genre, but since I’ll be without internet access for the weekend, I’ll save that for next week.
Instead…my random ponderings of the morning, let me show you them.
This morning I was thinking about the seasonal campers at our campground and the weird it’s a small world connections people make. There are twenty of us (I think), including the kids, and—except for one family group of a married couple and both sets of parents—we were all strangers before converging on that spot.
Three of us (and I’m one of them) have the same birthdate: September 6th. That’s probably statistically weird if you think about it.
There’s a group of three guys in one camper, and they’re from the town my mother was born in. They know my mother’s cousins very well and tell stories about them a lot. (They’re a wild bunch, I guess.) Ironically, I’ve only met these people once or twice when I was young and the guys know them better than I do.
One couple used to be seasonal at a different campground, which was overseen by a guy who lives with his daughter and her husband in the house behind my house.
The husband in the house behind mine is from the same town as my sister’s in-laws in Maine and knows her husband’s family.
No, you’re right—there’s not much point to this blog entry. Like the title says, it’s random musings. But it makes me think about reincarnation and the belief that as you go through the Karmic cycle, the same people (or balls of energy or whatever) show up again and again.
For instance, what were the chances that my husband and I would both be in Texas at the same time? We’re both from New England, both lived there less than a year (I think), neither of us have ever been back, and I was five and he was 22. But we were both there at the same time. And then in 1991, he sat at the counter of the restaurant where I waited tables (back here in New England) and asked for a coffee. The rest, as they say, is history.
Okay, I’ll spare you any more rambling. I’ll also spare you another use of the word weird. I can’t reach my Synonym Finder from here. And I’m extremely hopped up on cold medication.
Have a good weekend!