I had an ooh wee ooh moment yesterday. I received an electronic picture frame for Christmas, and after dinner yesterday, the frame was displaying this photo.
It's the log home (more pictures here) I built and lived in for a decade in northern Vermont. The photo was one of the ones on a webpage we'd used to sell the cabin over 7 years ago. We discussed how we loved that picture and wondered how Ted and Beth, our buyers from way back when, liked it there. I recalled how Ted told me that this was the picture that made Beth fall in love with the cabin in the first place.
No more than five minutes later, that cabin picture still displaying on the electronic frame, I got an email from a couple who identified themselves as Ted and Beth's daughter and son-in-law. The hair on the back of neck stood at attention. They were at the cabin, reading an early draft of a novel I'd left for Ted and Beth. They'd googled my name and found an email because they wanted to tell me how happy the cabin has made their entire family over the years AND how much they loved the novel I left behind.
I could never get away with such a coincidence in a novel. Ain't real life fun?
We had a nice exchange and had fun with the coincidence. Turns out, the daughter and son-in-law loved the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont so much, they bought an old house not far from the cabin I built. They're staying at the cabin while converting their house to a Bed & Breakfast, and they assured me I'd always have a place to stay if I come to visit the area.
A further bonus was their enthusiasm over the novel I'd left for their folks. I never let drafts out of my hands, but we'd really hit it off with Ted and Beth, so I'd made an exception. The current version of that novel is so much better and tighter than that draft, I cringed at first when I heard they were reading it. But I quit cringing when they gushed about how much they loved it.
It was a good evening, based on a major coincidence I wouldn't dare write as fiction.