By My friend swears God sends signs through wondrous ways, and I should pay better attention to my surroundings for mysterious spiritual guidance. She didn’t specify it would come via the modern digital/tech world, but indeed that’s where I found it.
WALKING WONDERS: I tried to cross the street at a busy intersection while debating if it was a good time to call my husband to ask for another puppy. As I contemplated what kind of mood he might be in, I mused aloud, “Should I call now or later?” Immediately the light turned red and an emphatic male robotic voice reiterated over and over again, “Wait! Wait! Wait! . . . Wait!” Of course I should wait. A much better plan would be to give him the new puppy as a Chanukah present! Wow! God is incredibly wise, speaking thru the universe like this.
CAR CODES: Inside my Mustang, I caught a glimpse of my mousy brown hair in the rear-view mirror and for the umpteenth time contemplated, “Should I dye it blonde or go with auburn highlights?” Without missing a beat, my GPS lady profoundly advised, “Take the Highlighted route.” Problem solved! I reached into a bag of Trader Joe’s produce, wondering which kind of fruit I felt like snacking on. To my surprise, as I started to connect my cellphone to my Bluetooth, it instantly blurted out, “Ready to Pair!” Yes, a nice ripe Bartlett pear sounded great! As I pulled into the parking lot of my next destination, I wondered if I’d ever get to a place in my writing career where I would finally achieve real success? “You have arrived!” exclaimed the GPS lady enthusiastically. “That’s wonderful!” I flushed with excitement. (If only my publisher saw it that way and sent me on a lavish book tour.)
CHECK-OUT CHARMS: Using the self-check kiosk in Target, I felt extra embarrassed about the swollen, puffy skin under my eyes (particularly with my insomnia!) but after swiping my credit card (and entering “0” into the keyboard indicating I brought my own recycled totes to carry purchases) the machine complimented my complexion by saying, “Zero bags!” Seriously?! I wondered what other amazing communication I’d receive while waiting in the long line to pay for my items at TJ Max. I always have a knack for picking the chattiest employee ringing up the merchandise, or a customer doing a complicated return. How would I know which one to go to? To my great surprise, a seductive computerized voice announced over the P.A. system, “Cashier Number 3, please!” Amazing. I made a mental note to set-up this Checkstand Lady Voice with The Crosswalk Man Voice. It would be a match made in digital heaven.
MAYTAG MARVELS: As I piled dirty towels into the front-loading machine in my laundry room, my nagging thoughts reminded me I needed exercise. I pictured my gym waiting for me with a stationary bike. I didn’t feel up for any activity too vigorous, so it was a big relief when the panel on my washer lit up and told me “Gentle Cycle.” Yay! I just hope it doesn’t switch over to “Spin Cycle” because they charge extra to take that class. However, the next thing I knew a friend expressed appreciation for a gift I’d sent her by texting me, “TY!” And that could only mean one thing… “Take Yoga.” So it was settled!
The next morning, I tuned back into my Digital Universe of Guidance, but nothing worked. No messages anywhere! Except while typing this column for L’Chaim magazine, my computer said, “Status: Draft!” which might’ve meant the U.S. military was inducting young men into the army, but most likely just meant my article was saved as a Word.doc. Ho-hum. It was then I realized “Appliance Reliance” was not a good thing, so now I channel my own “Inner Navigational System” which I technically refer to as M.O.M—“My Own Mind.”
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