It must be the moon…

…full as it is…

I had another ‘twilight zone’ moment on the weekend. I was at the 21st birthday celebration of the daughter of a uni friend of mine and seated opposite the parents of the birthday girl’s boyfriend (still with me?). We discovered that not only had we attended the same school, it was in the same year, although not the same class. Given that I’d left the school in mid Yr 9 (oh, okay it was called Form 3 then) I’d forgotten much more than I remembered.

But we both remembered several teachers…Mrs R who started every class at boiling point and exploded every time. Mrs G who had more suppressed (and sometimes not suppressed) anger than I have ever encountered since. Sr A who was memorably fearsome and Sr H, one of life’s angels.

There were students too. As I was a boarder and she a day student, our paths may well not have crossed a lot, but we managed to remember a few.


Twilight Zone

My middle son had surgery this morning to remove his four wisdom teeth. The procedure has been streamlined since my older son had the same surgery a few years ago. Much quicker, which has to be better for recovery. He walked into theatre, and walked out of the hospital. Feeling kinda weird, but not too spaced. Hopefully he’ll recover quickly.

But that’s not the spooky thing. The patient a couple ahead in the line was from his school, the one a couple after from his playgroup. And it’s not like we live in a small town where that’s a likely occurence. We live in a big city. Lots of schools, lots of surgeons, lots of hospitals. Yet how often do coincidences like that happen? Often.

Great stuff for fiction, coincidences. Not that I’m thinking of fictionalising his surgical experience. But I might use the coincidence…