Driving to the zendo this evening, it noticed that it was now lighter at that hour of the evening than it's been for a while, and by the light of the gloaming, I could see the azaleas and dogwoods blooming in the neighborhood. Spring has not yet quite arrived, but it is very, very near.
I've been getting emails from my Dad lately, which is a little disconcerting because he passed away last month. But back on March 6, I got an email from "Hart, Bill" titled "Like the Beatles? - incredible juggling!!!!" It took me a while to recognize it as spam, and it has an attachment I dare not open. I suppose that the name was just randomly generated, but it was a bit of a spooky coincidence to find this in my Inbox.
Now I don't want to get started on the whole "spooky action" and "synchronicity" theme again, but I've received more emails, which you may find interesting (at least, I certainly hope so for the sake of this blog entry). My late father's life partner has sent me several emails concerning details of the upcoming Memorial Service, this blog, et cet. However, emailing them as she does from what I guess is Dad's old computer, they arrive here bearing the Sender name "William Hart." The first one, on March 20, stated in the Subject line "From Terry," so at least it was more-or-less immediately apparent that a.) it wasn't more spam, and b.) the internet's not haunted.
On the latest email from "William Hart," dated March 26, Terry told me that she and Dad visited her son in Lanikai, Hawaii just before Dad passed away. On one of those days, they sat in beach chairs admiring the ocean view, when along came a rowing team (she sent me the picture above). The interesting thing is, Terry points out, if you look at my picture that I posted for the blog's "About Me" column, and have left up since May 2004, the logo on my t-shirt says "Lanikai Canoe Club." (I got the t-shirt from an ex-girlfriend, a Delta flight attendant who was born and raised in Hawaii.)
As synchronicities go, it might not be the strangest one you've experienced, but it's at least a little odd: I set up a blog with a picture of myself wearing a Lanikai Canoe Club t-shirt - and a prediction that I'm going to die at 79 - and my father and his partner take a picture of the LCC on one of his last days in this mortal coil, and I receive the picture in an email sent in his name a month after he passes away.
I also realize that Terry reads this blog, which is great, but I hope that this post doesn't make her too self conscious about writing again. I knew I should have set up this blog anonymously. . .