ADVENT 1997

11/30/1997: in the road side sign for the 49th mile, the 4 of the world currently overwhelming an acquaintance, struggling with a heroin addiction, in need of the grace of the spiritual 9; and, in the evening, in the “Wood” of a street sign visible but the “edge” on the other half at a 90 degree angle not visible;

12/01/1997: in the set of head lights of a garbage truck, its rear end at a 30 degree angle with the side of the road, which turns off and, followed immediately, by the second set which turns off, as the truck moves forward toward an approaching car, which manages to pass by without an accident; and, later, in the 3 roadside signs on a curve in the road with arrow heads pointing to the road ahead, announcing the appearance on large tree trunk of a “P” painted orange over an “X”, the first two letters of “Christ” in Greek;

12/02/1997: in the two signs side by side of a deli: “We now have pizza” and “Ice”;                      

12/03/1997: in the large bubble formed in the sink after the washing of hands, probably the result of soap, which bursts in the thought that AIDS is transmitted through spit;

12/04/1997: in the two signs on the rear door of a school bus: “Emergency Door” and “270”, the sum of whose digits is 9, the Trinity to the power of the Trinity;

12/05/1997:  in the exit sign on the Merritt Parkway draped with a black material, probably plastic, beneath the figure “58” which adds to thirteen and then to the 4 corners of the world;  and, in the two pedestals in St. Stanislaus Church for holding the numbers of the hymns to be sung during the Mass of the day, one titled “Hymns” and the other “Piesni”, probably the word for hymn in Polish:

                         His “yes” makes nominal something
Perturbations in embattled spirits nourish isolation

12/06/1997: in the pair of scissors which slips from the hand and caught in the handle of a black file cabinet, pointing at a 45 degree angle to an evergreen tree outside the window; and,  later, in the highway sign with a square piece of torn burlap, covering the entire sign except for two letters on the left, “I C”, Immaculate Conception;

12/07/1997: in the two shafts of clouds in the West, turned pink by the sunset, which meet to form a triangle with a hill, the entrance to the powder blue sky;

12/08/1997: in the cost of mailing nineteen letters at $6.08, and in another twenty mailed at the cost of $6.40, the 39 with 13 spiritual 3s at a total cost of $12.48, which contains the worldly 4 and is divisible by it 3 times;

12/09/1997: in the 3 solitary lights in the early morning, one in the upper window of a house on a hill, one in the lower window of the house beside it, and one on a garage directly below at the bottom of the hill; and in the white, closed door on the left of the 2 car garage with the right door open, exposing the black interior; and, later, in the echo of 2 brown gloves left in the road, one dark and the other light;

12/10/1997: in the letters of a two word neon sign in on I95 covered by a light snow, except for the last letter of the second word, a very bright “G” for God; and, later, in the sign for a doctor’s office in Norwalk, unhinged and pointing at a 45 degree angle to a green wreath above the door of the office building;

12/11/1997: in the branch laden with snow in front of an exit sign on the Merritt Parkway, hiding the “a” of “Main” and pointing to an “e” of “Street”, through the earth with purity to the hidden alpha of God; 

12/12/1997: in the date on the sign: “Established 1987”, which totals twenty five and then 7; and, before retiring, in the passage on page 93 of “Between Past and Future” by Hannah Arendt: “And now…the loss of tradition and of religion have become practical events of the first order…”, when a siren begins to sound, probably an alarm, three times and, then, unlike most alarms, becomes silent;                                                                                           

12/13/1997: no evidence seen this day;

12/14/1997: in the two billboards side by side on Amity Road, on the left an appeal by the United Jewish Federation, the other an advertisement for the Bank of Boston; in the picture of a child on the former, with the message: “Poor and Hungry”, contrasted with the latter’s picture of a credit card;                                                

12/15/1997: in the 7 people in the front of St. Stanislaus Church at Mass who continue to stand after the Gospel, when the rest of the congregation sits, to hear the sermon;                               

12/16/1997: in the speed limit sign for 35 MPH, which adds to 8, behind a square sign informing that the store is closed for the winter; and in the 3 short blasts of a horn, in the evening,  followed by a long blast, as if the “V” of the Morris Code, which is a link to the red neon “V” seen in the early morning at the Merit gas station on the roof over the gas pumps, beside a damaged semi circle with a red strip border; 

12/17/1997: in the two silver ribbons in a shopping center lot, one in a bow on the top of a wreath and the other hanging down across the center of a similar wreath;

12/18/1997: in the “Y” of the lights of a holiday decoration in Stamford for “Yahweh” or for a  menorah inside a box of which the top and left side lights are lit with the right and bottom lights out;                                                                                                                     

12/19/1997: in the morning, in the “DMR”, Deus Magropere Redintegratur, (God greatly renews) in graffiti on a 55 MPH high way sign, the sum of which adds to ten and then to 1;  in the broken record of Fast Eddie with two songs, “Bad Boy Billi Mix” and “Original Mix”, in the parking lot of the vacant “East Coast” building in Wallingford;

12/20/1997: in a sign on Whalley Avenue:

Sam’s
Food Store

the  lights of “Sa” and “Food” out, the “m’s” and “store” lit;

Sin acts / for our ontological destruction
My Savoir / send to our recalcitrance enlightment

12/21/1997: in the two poles, one pointing straight up and one on an angle, as if a medieval  index finger pointing to heaven with the thumb to the billboard advertising “Laurel Gardens”, a new assisted living community;

12/22/1997: in the sum of the only numbers visible, the first two, a one and a zero, of the identification tag of a dry cleaner on a shirt on the thin edge of a basket in a store; and in the “L” of the Mayflower sign for a truck stop on I95, which is the only letter unlit, the twelfth letter of the alphabet; and in the sum of the positions of the alphabet of the first 4 letters in the sign (forty five) and of the second 4 (sixty one) after the “L”, both of which separately add a second time to 9 and to 7; 

12/23/1997: in the yellow pipe on the ground pointing to the rectangle, free of  snow, left by an auto which pulled away after a light snow fall; and, later, in the black rectangle sign along the highway; and, at the end of the day, in the remembrance of the two black galoshes left behind in an office;

12/24/1997: in the dream at night of two forms with the numbers, one hundred forty seven on one, which adds to twelve and again to 3, and the other with a number that wasn’t clear, but probably of a Social Security number of someone also in the dream, whose last name begins with “C”, the 3rd letter of the alphabet;