Nov
23
2009
Omens, Portents, Signs et al.
Ooooh I do love a good omen…a little sign sent from someone, somewhere, unseen and unknown…a little nudge, a suggestion, a message. I should have been born in Roman times, I would have loved all that mucking around with sacrificial entrails and pondering the flight of birds to get a handle on the will of the gods etc etc. I’m not particularly superstitious but I do sometimes see ‘signs’ that speak to me or, more to the point, I see things that I choose to interpret as saying something I want them to say. I like to believe that when it snows, rare in the UK, it is sent by my mother from ‘above’. Clearly this is nonsense, but she loved snow and it snowed on the day of her funeral – I like to believe it wasn’t just a coincidence because, in all honesty, I needed to believe there was something still there, some kind of connection.
Signs, omens, portents come in all kinds of formats and even the interweb has joined in the fun. Today one of the photos I used for the Camera Club post yesterday made the front page of Flickr. Yay! I was so thrilled. I took this as a sign that it was time to stop prevaricating and actually order my new camera and lens. So I did. How could I not? The signs were all there, and its never worth risking the ira deorum (‘wrath of the gods’ for those who didn’t pay attention in Latin class).
Later I broke the news to MrSpud and told him about the photo being on the front page and it being A Sign. He rolled his eyes and made the point, patiently and kindly, that perhaps it was A Sign that I didn’t need a new camera since the current one is clearly doing a reasonable job already?
Hmmm. Well, of course, signs are open to interpretation. And I happened to interpret this one differently to MrSpud. And my Visa card (which has quietly since sloped off to rehab) happened to agree with me.
Two against one. I win.
As usual.
xxx
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