by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist
Tonight I am watching a most intriguing psychodrama starring Jim Carrey entitled "The Number 23." It is a strange tale about a man who becomes obsessed with the number 23 and manages to find a connection between that number and almost everything in his life. I was born on the 23rd of the month and always considered that to be my lucky number, so I have my own flimsy connection to the movie.
But something else happened today that also has he thinking about numbers. I drive to town (a distance of two or three miles) once a day for an iced tea and to pick up whatever items that have made it onto my shopping list for the day. This afternoon I made two stops. The first was at a lumber yard where I purchased four screws, a small container of putty, and a plastic putty knife. The total cost of my acquisitions was six dollars and nineteen cents - tax included.
My second stop was at Casey's General Store - the midwestern equivalent of Circle K. There I bought my large iced tea, a hot ham and cheese sandwich, and one Missouri Lotto ticket. The total cost, including tax? Six dollars and nineteen cents.
Then I went home.
Other than probably needing to play that number in some lottery game, I am at a loss as to what this strange coincidence means. Nothing? Perhaps. But it might possibly be the key to a psychic portal whose purpose is to lead me into a wild adventure or piles of wealth. It could also have something to do with Juneteenth, the celebration of the day that the emancipation of slaves was announced in Texas: June 19, 1865.
Fortunately, the numbers six and one and nine do not add up to twenty-three. If they did, I would probably go hide under the bed!
Citizen Journalist
Tonight I am watching a most intriguing psychodrama starring Jim Carrey entitled "The Number 23." It is a strange tale about a man who becomes obsessed with the number 23 and manages to find a connection between that number and almost everything in his life. I was born on the 23rd of the month and always considered that to be my lucky number, so I have my own flimsy connection to the movie.
But something else happened today that also has he thinking about numbers. I drive to town (a distance of two or three miles) once a day for an iced tea and to pick up whatever items that have made it onto my shopping list for the day. This afternoon I made two stops. The first was at a lumber yard where I purchased four screws, a small container of putty, and a plastic putty knife. The total cost of my acquisitions was six dollars and nineteen cents - tax included.
My second stop was at Casey's General Store - the midwestern equivalent of Circle K. There I bought my large iced tea, a hot ham and cheese sandwich, and one Missouri Lotto ticket. The total cost, including tax? Six dollars and nineteen cents.
Then I went home.
Other than probably needing to play that number in some lottery game, I am at a loss as to what this strange coincidence means. Nothing? Perhaps. But it might possibly be the key to a psychic portal whose purpose is to lead me into a wild adventure or piles of wealth. It could also have something to do with Juneteenth, the celebration of the day that the emancipation of slaves was announced in Texas: June 19, 1865.
Fortunately, the numbers six and one and nine do not add up to twenty-three. If they did, I would probably go hide under the bed!
1 comment:
Except that adding the two $6.19 together yields $12.38; at the core of which is your 23!
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