Coincidences

The world is getting smaller. Last week in Sarasota I noticed that the Sales Director at the hotel was a Merrithew. Sure enough her husband is related somehow to my ex. Coincidence #1. Sunday at another hotel in Charleston on the elevator a nice young man on staff asked if I was on vacation. Turned out he was from Moncton New Brunswick and missed the cold. I commiserated and said something inane. As I was checking out he was near my door and asked if he could start my room. When I got to the car I went through the regular routine - double check rings on, watch on, OH NO, one of my earring was missing. Quick run back up check room (guy was in hallway explained problem, leave my name and phone number at desk with description. By the time I got out to my car someone ran out and said - wait the young man walked the hall more carefully and - ta da - found my earring. Was that #2? Today I called a Craig's List add for a king mahogany headboard for sale. Scheduled an appointment for 6:30, rounded up my wing woman and arrived at the designated apartment. Turns out 1) he used to live in the house on the corner with his girl friends parents when he first moved here, 2) he delivered our neighbors Mini to him when it came back from repairs, ready for #3. He calls to say his roommate with a pickup is bringing the headboard over and what pops up on my cell phone is his number with "Elizabeth NJ". Sure enough he was born and grew up there until he followed girl friend to Charlotte 3 years ago. That headboard was meant for me!

Are these a sign?