The Blessed 'Burg & Crazy Karma or Cosmic Alignment

I, like most all of you probably, cannot believe it is Thanksgiving weekend already! The past month flew by and I can only imagine how quickly it'll be Christmas. I don't know how people who are much more actively engaged in online communication can keep up with tweeting, poking, posting, reading, etc. And the irony is, here I am writing more of such stuff.

Like the "Julie" of "Julie & Julia" (cute movie), I'm posting thoughts for the unknown audience out there in the cyber abyss (though I could never cook, nor eat that much, for 365 days straight), so I'll have to find some other appealing "hook" or sense of purpose for my blog. In my screenwriting class, I've learned it's called "chit chat" or "naked exposition", so I'm trying to write stuff with clothes on. Here goes:

Funny story: (cross ref. previous post titled "Fishbowl", and "What are the Chances?")

Since last August, there must be some sort of karma cosmic alignment going on in my life where players from past drama have unexpectedly crossed paths (or worlds colliding as it were), but one in particular, I would have never imagined posssible - the P(E) (probability of event) on par with the chances of winning those huge lottery jackpots-true enough, someone eventually wins.


When in high school, not much thought is given to the next 20 seconds let alone the next 20 years. I did all the usual high school stuff, sports and dance teams, student government, dances and dates, junior prom court, had fun, sometimes acted stupid outside class and smart in class, then graduated- thankful to be on my first round of "GTHOOD" (get the hell out of Dodge).

Off to college-make dean's list, interupt education with a wilderness experience, back to college, get engaged, transfer to Uof M-Minneapolis, get married, work full-time while my new husband goes to graduate school, go to night classes, he graduates, we transfer, back to college, buy a house, back to work, time for babies... college on hold. More babies, life, divorce and a couple of decades later, back in college at the same University where I last left off.

With only 2 required courses left to complete my degree requirements, but needing 12 credits for full-time student status, I enrolled in the aforementioned film class for fun. (I have some ideas I imagine could be the makings of a movie-purely fiction of course ;-D )

So I'm in my film class, I recognize the last name of another student, unlike me, attending at the usual post high school age. Same last name as my junior prom court date. Not once that night of prom, parading tierra and all, did I ever fast-forward life to this moment now, in class with such a kid.

Of course I had to ask. "Is your dad from the 'burg?" "Yeah, why?" he replied. I asked if his name was... but the name that came out was the nickname we had all called him in school, which apparently his son had never heard. He said his dad's real name. The words flew out of my mouth, "omg, I dated your dad!" Very awkward moment. Quick recovery...it's hard for kids to ever imagine their parents young like them and I didn't want to scare the child, for god's sake.

Crazy. And more work. I had to go back through my entire screenplay thus far and edit. It was a romantic comedy. Now it's a G-rated documentary.

I really should move-the 'burg fishbowl is a little crowded, although crazy karma like this cracks me up (most of the time). More for the mixed blessings in the 'burg file.