Here we go again, Kiddies. GayProf is starting his life over . . . again. All my library books have been returned. My internet connection will end at midnight. My goodbyes have been said. The movers are coming to pack and haul away my meager positions in Boston. I will leave tomorrow to set up residence in Midwestern Funky Town. Leaving Boston makes me incredibly sad. I loved this city. I also met many cool people. The goddess truly protected me by giving me a chance to escape Texas after the worst year of my short existence.
Everything about this city made me feel like I was home. Alas, I am so sentimental that I will even miss the MBTA.
Sometimes, though, it is no use liking or disliking change in our lives. Rather, it’s better to just go with the course that appears before us.
Don’t get me wrong. Midwestern Funky Town will certainly be a cool place to live in its own right. Compared with Texas, it is Xanadu. Big Midwestern University is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better job that I go to, than I have ever known.
Plus, I look forward to living in the little cottage that I rented. For almost the same rent as my studio apartment in Boston, I am getting a whole house in MFT. It will be great to have a kitchen where the appliances aren’t the size of an Easy-Bake Oven. I will also have distinct rooms that can be labeled “bedroom” and “living room.” Though the landlord had wanted to rip out the woodburning stove for insurance purposes, I eventually convinced them to leave it. It should be cozy, but still a palace compared to my more recent abode.
Most importantly, though, I needed to make sure that I wrote this entry for July so that I didn’t break my streak of 9's. With the odd exception of February, CoG had nine entries every month this year. I did not plan this at all. Actually, I only noticed it relatively recently (about the time VUBOQ also pointed it out to me). So, if I didn’t plan it, why did I always turn out with nine entries per month?
Well, I had one theory that involved a future me, who is trapped in a temporal loop, sending back messages to the present me in order to prevent a future disaster. Yet, I can only receive those messages as a subliminal thought. That might be unlikely, though.
Whatever the case, here are some things that I have learned about the number nine:
Many Buddhist rituals require nine monks.
Ancient Egyptian belief focused on nine major gods and goddesses.
Nine is not the loneliest number that you’ll ever do.
Nine out of ten are the number of times that the Orange Line was delayed when I needed to use it.
The Bible has nine chapters in the Book of Amos.
Cloud Nine, from what I understand, is supposed to be quite nice.
Mayan religion proclaimed that there were nine levels to the underworld. The ninth was a place of extreme darkness and suffering.
The villainous character Giganta first appeared in issue number 9 of the original Wonder Woman comic.
Many people consider the Nine of Wands card as a warning to proceed carefully when it is dealt from a Tarot deck.
When GayProf was nine years old, he joined the Cub Scouts.
In the year 9 A.D., Ovid was banished to Tomis.
There are nine planets in our solar system (Well, only eight now if you accept that Pluto has been downgraded).
New York’s Ninth Avenue runs 45 blocks before turning into Columbus Avenue.
The Searchers had a number one song entitled “Love Potion Number 9" in 1965.
Sagittarius is the ninth sign of the Zodiac (I know almost nobody born under Sagittarius except my father).
Dante described nine circles of hell in The Divine Comedy.
