I know, I promised a book review and an author interview. Still waiting to hear back from the author. That’s my life, unpredictable.
Oh no, Toto and Flying Monkeys, too!! Okay. Fly monkeys, fly. Go on now. Get on with yourselves. Let’s move on as Rob would say.
The number five is my number. Let me explain or, rather clear up some stuff first.
Five is the number of travel, adventure, motion, instability, and unpredictability. Hence, five daughters. Talk about chaos. Just imagine five little girls giggling and screaming throughout your house. Now imagine five teen-age daughters around a certain time of the month.
They say, the number five represents the goddess, Venus. She’s the goddess of love. Hence, five daughters, again. Plus, I’ve had a well seasoned life. Five committed relationships including my little sweetman.
I was born in 1965.
My favorite sibling is five years younger than me.
At the age of five, I was the biggest brat ever. I lied. I stole from the school bookstore. I beat up the boys. I even unraveled every hemmed dress I owned. Mom fixed that. For five hours, I sat beside her and watched her stitch back every hem back in place. Stood in corners a lot and got the spanking of my life from my stepdad. The age five was a turning point for me in the behavior department. Being good was better than being bad.
My oldest daughter was born in 1985. What a pivotal moment! She was three weeks early.
Any job that I’ve kept for a long time was either on Fifth street or avenue. If not, it was on the fifth floor of a building.
I’ve lived on thirty-fifth street and Mendocino street ( research suggested that named street had something to do with five).
Five is the number of travel. My husband and I travel quite a bit. Israel. New York City. Hawaii. Jamaica. Mexico. Colorado. Texas. Our own state. I used to commute to work for five years---talk about a relentless travel experience.
I wake up at five am every morning no matter what.
The number five has meaning, and not just to me.
There are five vowels. A,e,i,o, and u.
We all have five fingers and toes---well, maybe we all do.
In the Jewish and Arab communities, the hand with its five fingers is used as an amulet of protection. I even own one---keep it in my kitchen.
There is the five books of Torah. Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy.
The Muslims pray to their God, Allah, five times a day.
In Christianity, the number five represents the fifth great mystery. Grace or redemption.
The Roman numeral V is the number five.
Five also represents the hoo-hoo, the vaganga, and what I’ve named my Virginia. Hence, the five daughters, again.
Okay, enough of that.
Do any of you have a number you can relate to? Does one pop up continually throughout your life?
Let me know.
Happy blogging, reading, and writing!!