The Crankee Yankee and I don’t really believe in coincidence; when something happens that seems like one, we call it a “co-inky-dink.” If you keep your eyes and mind open, you will find them everywhere.
Not long ago, we went out to our local Chinese restaurant. At the end of the meal, we always read our fortune cookie messages to each other. I don’t remember his, but mine read “Always bring your glasses.” Which made me laugh because I can’t read squat without my reading glasses.
There have been so many co-inky-dinks in my life. When Mom was in home hospice care, I thought of how I would miss her when she was gone. Who would ever love me as much as she? Oh, I knew my dad, my husband, my relatives and friends loved me, but how I would miss that “mom love!”
I was driving home one day after helping Dad with her. As I went around the traffic circle in Alton, I noticed that the car in front of me had a license plate that read “URLOVED.” Coincidence? Nope, another co-inky-dink.
This is only one example of the capricious co-inky-dink; there have been many. They are a lot like miracles; if you believe in them, you see them.