Baseball game Number 11

Mother’s Day was an adventure. Two families came together, through my daughter, and we went to a baseball game.

The universe gave me a nod as the player, #11, of course, won the game for our team in the final inning, hitting it out of the park.

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This has nothing to do with the story, I just needed a picture and this is kinda cool and I’ve never used it before.

I have mentioned in previous posts my propensity to see 11’s. Now I am seeing 12’s with the same frequency. I don’t know what that could possibly mean.

But each time it happens I think I am just a little out of sync right now. I wonder what that’s all about? Related or not, the new stage in my vipassana journey is to have emotions being expressed in my body.

I have become so accustomed to how I feel in “neutral”, when there are no emotions, that any disturbance is very noticeable. I’ve had three emotions come up over the last few days.

Insecurity, a totally foreign concept, overwhelmed me and I’m shocked I had suppressed that emotion. I never remember feeling that.

Or do I. The little girl with her bed pushed up against the wall so she could sleep next to it. She cried herself to sleep many a night.

There was no thought to go wake someone. There was no one there. No one who cared, anyhow. Mnmnnn.


Respecting the Queue

A lesson that I have battled with the entire time I’ve been writing this blog is topics. When I didn’t want to write about bugs, I got a wasps nest. No more animals and suddenly chipmunks are blocking traffic, or at least my car. IMG_6869

Then illness, very personal for me and hard to share. Mommy issues. Finally, or at least I hope on this trajectory anyway, shame. Acknowledgement that I felt like I had overestimated myself.

Realizing that it all comes back to my understanding of narcissism which I believe I have a responsibility to share. All of that said to explain that I hope that me fighting what it is I need to write about is over. I hope I’ve passed that “test”. I will write what I’m experiencing. That is the only way to be authentic.

Spacing my posts at regular intervals, this one happens to be scheduled for July 4, just before lunch or 11 11:11, just saying.



Rosie Barton

My misfit says 11. Or eleven points. That is for 114 steps. Yes, it is first thing in the morning and apparently it awards me 11 points for making it down to make an espresso and sit at my computer. It still astounds me how many 11s I see in a day.

The current shtick about the change up over at “Power and Politics” is that is that Evan Solomon left for some big art deal that put him in a conflict of interest. Whatever… To any of us who watch the show, we really know what happened. Rosie was given the show for a couple of nights.

This is a classic example for the advice, never take a day off! She kicked ass. She was so much better than he was they had no choice but to put her on. Find whatever technicality you need, the right move was made.

The simple act of confronting the pundits gave the entire audience a sigh of relief. These talking heads were being shredded to pieces by our lady Rosie! And Friday night she nailed the sophisticated glam look. Think little black dress kinda elegance. All in black with lace sleeves, great bling and dramatic make up. Her hair was flawless.

All that and she was making a laser thin slice across the whole narrative the guy was giving. Sure, they should’ve done something? What? He had no hope of answering the question and meandered through the same explanation in a slightly different order.


11’s are My Thing

My timer said: 2:10:53:90 which is an eleven. Stick with me here. 2 + 1 + 5 + 3 + 9 = 2 which is eleven. 2+1=3 3+5=8 8+3= 11 = 1+1=2 Wow, that’s confusing trying to explain. Let’s just say that it is and leave it like that.IMG_6541

I went to a fabulous gallery today. I fell immediately in love with a print on a large frame that would match my bedroom perfectly. These pieces are on display in a woman’s home, which, BTW was also gorgeous and set back off of the road surrounded by trees.

I walked into the kitchen at exactly 5:11. I know this get repetitive, but when you realize the frequency, you get an idea how crazy it is.

I am craving beef. When there were more people in the house, it made sense to make a roast. Now, with just me it seems less reasonable. Fortunately, I decided that if I had enough time and energy to make a meal for the entire family, I should make the same effort for myself. So I do.