I should just start a W.T.F? thread today, haha.
Last week, two days before Yom Kippur, DH found a baggie of mezzuzahs on top of our mailbox. Yes, mezzuzahs. Random as hell.Photo below.
If I were a person who found meaning in random events I would say that my dead mother was urging me to contemplate my life and repent. this is a sign. She was Jewish.
But I am not such a person and I do not believe they were truly meant for me, so I put out notice on Nextdoor asking if they belonged to anyone. No one claims them but two people offered to take them to their synagogue, so today I will drop off this small package of oddity to a nearby person who will take respectful care of them.
This is a the kind of stuff you can do when retired, we have time to deal with small, insignificant things. Or not so insignificant. And contemplate the meaning of these things in the universe.