three coincidences today…

And they were more interesting than anything happening in my reproductive innards today.

So I’ll share.

This afternoon, we went into Manhattan to watch a theater performance and have tea with an acquaintance and her partner. The pie was yummy, the tea & sherry divine, and the home was gorgeous. We demanded a house tour and while I was impressed by their lovely home, my husband was impressed by:

Coincidence #1 – From this woman’s home office, one can see the bedroom window of his first apartment. The neighborhood has improved significantly in the last 30 years, but the fact remains that had he kept his apartment, they would have been laundry-line neighbors as well as professional acquaintances. Not bad in a city of 8 million people.

Second coincidence: These women own an incredibly beautiful home. Lovely furniture, belongings, architecture – everything. They served our pie on the exact old dinnerware pattern that my husband’s ex-wife deigned to let him keep since it was already – even when they split up – chipped and diminished, missing almost all the bowls & most of the dessert plates due to my darling boy’s legendary clumsiness. Their set hadn’t seen as much abuse, but it was the same obscure UK company, same weird climbing peas pattern in greens and reds and pinks. Same damned plates.

Somehow the plates looked a lot cooler in their house than they do in ours. I’m sure this says a lot about my taste and perception of self, but it also goes to show that my husband’s ex-wife really did have impeccable taste (at least until she got crazy and pushed the boy away from her.)

As a sidebar, my not-so-observant husband did not, actually, recognize that we were eating our pie from the same pattern he has eaten off of at home for at least 25 years, even after I pointed it out to him. Which, of course, made our hostesses quite certain I was either nuts or a terrible suck-up. We got home, and he looked at our dinnerware and said, “Hmm, I guess you’re right.” *sigh* I feel like taking a photo of the contents of our kitchen cabinet & sending it along with the thank-you note. But I digress…

Third coincidence: After eating dinner from the aforementioned plates, we settled down to watch the Netflix movie that came in the mail yesterday – Daredevil. A fellow named Erik Avari plays a minor character who happens to wear a neato beard framing an interesting face. We both commented on the beard. Still in an “entertain me!” mood when Daredevil was over, we watched the next Star Trek Deep Space 9 episode in our (my) ongoing quest to be the biggest ST nerds outside of the convention circuit. Who should walk on-screeen in a guest-starring role but Erik Avari – he was even wearing the same beard! Different nose, though. Um, much lumpier and with more ridges when he was playing a B’joran Vedek instead of a Greek mobster. But he kept the trademark beard. Gotta love Star Trek!

And that was my day in a nutshell. I hope the New Year brings you little bits of weird, too, just to keep things interesting.