The Bloody Doors Off

On my way home from a friend’s Christmas gathering. I’m on the streetcar at Broadview and Gerrard. I get the distinct feeling that, if I look south around the corner, I’m going to see that there’s no power. That there’s a blackout. Even east, across the street. I expect it, but it’s not there.

Then I get home and learn city officials are worried that an ice storm is approaching that might knock out power to parts (or all) of the city on Saturday.

Yeah, sometimes I know stuff in advance.

• I was at a high school party and not enjoying myself. When a friend asked why, I told them my grandfather had died. He was sick in the hospital at the time. I got home and fell asleep. The phone rang early that morning with the news.
• I once had a vivid dream of a girl I had a crush on accompanying me to my friend Doug’s wedding, where we got in a fight and she flirted with our friend George. The dream skipped ahead, and we were married. Allison came with me to the wedding. We had a fight. She flirted with George. We didn’t get married.
• Before an office Christmas party, I saw my ex and I gravitate to each other.
• Four days before 9/11, I told my then-girlfriend Suzi that something was extremely wrong in the world, but didn’t know what.

I’m often wrong. But I hate when I’m right. I don’t talk about it much.

It doesn’t matter if I see it coming. I can’t stop it from happening.

I knew in the spring that I’d be in H-Wing. I just didn’t know when.