A coincidence? I think not.
About 4 days ago I all of a sudden started thinking about a doctor that we used to go to. I thought about how I really liked him, how he cared for my kids when I took them in and how comfortable I felt there (not a normal feeling when going to the doctor), and how he had done a small surgical procedure on Mike back when I was about 4 months pregnant with Andy. A procedure that virtually assured that Andy would be the last of our children. *wink* I knew there was some issue with him. Something he was struggling with, but I didn't care. I liked him!
I like him so much that I remember I painted a cookie jar lid for him to use in the office. It was cut from wood and was painted to look like a bear wearing a lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck. I also painted his name badge on it. Dr. Spaulding.
Today I saw this.
I think Dr. Spaulding must have died about the same time I started thinking about him.
Synchronicity in action.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
This kept going through my mind this morning. It looks and feels nasty and cold outside. I was putting on my shoes for work and kept looking at my spinning wheel just sitting there looking all cozy and warm with it's woolen homespun wound around the bobbin.
I just looked up what Cross Patch was. Apparently its a grumpy person. Fitting somehow, because I didn't want to go to work.