wtf?

okay ... it is an odd morning.

on the way to work this morning, i passed by foreign affair, a cute little boutique on barrington street, and some movement in the window caught my eye. there was a bird, a raven or something, sitting on top of a mannequin, looking around and wondering if they had a purse to match her new dress.

it was the oddest thing to see ... i tried calling the store to warn them that they had a visitor, but they didn't have voicemail, so i didn't get to leave a "um, there is a bird in your store and i don't think it works there" message. i so wish i had my camera with me ... further justification of my resolution of yesterday!

the oddest thing of them all, of all the odd things that have happened this year thus far, is more a karma thing than anything else, i think ... not sure what to think yet, because my brain is still forming thoughts.

so ... i had these friends in high school ... let's call them stacie and debbie, because those are their names ... we stayed friends through university and into real life, but some issues arose and we are no longer in contact with each other. i have some lingering bitterness about the whole thing, but in truth, i am better off without them in my life and i now have friends who actually know what it means to be a friend.

anyway ... it has been over 3 years since i really had any real contact with debbie ... we live in the same city, but i have only run into her once in all that time ... which means that i could be a hermit, or just have dumb luck.

last week i thought i saw her drive past my bus stop ... which is no where near where i thought she was living. yesterday i saw a car that looked a lot like hers in the parking lot of my apartment building. this morning, i looked out the window and saw someone who looked an awful freaking lot like her get into that same car. and then, when i looked on the buzzer list in the lobby of my building ...

... there was her name!

oh. my. god. what are the odds? really? there are a million apartment buildings in halifax, and of all the gin joints in all the world she had to move into mine!

now i am at a loss at what to do. do i e-mail her and say, "hi, neighbour"? or do i try to forget that i saw her and skulk around my building, hoping that i never run into her? what the fuck?