Auspicious and uncanny things

Regular followers will know that I have a fond relationship with my Dad. Or had, as he passed away in 2009. But every now and then I feel as though he sends greetings. Of course, rationally this is nonsensical, but the part of me that is sympathetic to the metaphysical and symbolic finds these resonances appealing. Consider

I don’t work for you (or Modern Frustrations)

I called in once: Please confirm. I called again: No email yet. I came in-store to sign your forms You took the card and swiped it then. I called in once: Please confirm, the booking’s through. Yes, yes, of course. Someone will be in touch. I wait a day, No news, no word. This is