Eleven eleven

Eleven eleven eleven has arrived. I've been obsessed with 1111 for months now, ever since the strange series of coincidences in which it seemed every time I looked at a clock the time was 11:11.

Eleven eleven occurs twice a day, of course. But why hadn't I noticed the other times? I'm not a clock watcher. Why did I happen to glance at the time only then?

After a few months of this obsession with 1111, I turned my attention to other things, like quitting my job and losing all my money, and cleaning toilets in our vacation rental. I didn't see that coming.

Now the eve of 11/11/11 is here.

It would be sensible to stay at home tomorrow, preferably hiding in a dark closet. But no, we're going to Charlottesville where I will take a three-hour class on how to use Facebook for business. The class costs $25. So far, I'm not finding a connection to 1111. I hope whatever happens is good.

Was my 1111 obsession a premonition, a warning, or just a fluke of the mind and its affection for symbols? I look for hidden messages everywhere: in trees, tea leaves, rocks, clouds. You name it, there's a message waiting to be deciphered. Now that 11/11/11 is here, I'll be looking even closer for messages hidden in plain sight.

Tomorrow is Veterans' Day. It will be different this year. Instead of breakfast at Highland Elementary School there will be a parade from the school to the Veterans's Memorial. But, we won't be there.

Where will we be tomorrow at 11:11? I don't know. I hope I'll be able to let you know on 11/12.