Psychic

Yesterday my friend Renate and I went to see a psychic. We were amazed at how accurate she was. She did our readings using a combination of tarot cards and her pyschic ability. Of course Larry, Grace and Josh were very sceptical and teased us unmercifully before we went. That's ok, a grain of salt is always necessary. My aura is very powerful, a violet colour, with lots of white and pink blobs protecting me. I tend toward depression, but I have so many positive protectors. Nothing to be worried about in the health, happiness and money department. She advises me that Grace is strong and will be all right...she is a powerful being in her own right. As for Paul, he has his problems that he will have to work out himself and I can only be there as a shoulder. Both will be happy, but Paul will have to work at it.

The overall thrust of the news was that I enjoy being creative and that for me, the joy is in the journey, not the end result. On the work front I am exhausted and should not be afraid to take a day off if I need it.

One of the sections was "what my spirit guide wants me to know". I had already warned her that Sally told me my spirit guide was nasty and quite often poked Frank in the ribs in response to being bothered. At the very end, I asked the psychic what my spirit guide's name was." What is her name?" She thought for a moment, connecting with the spirit I suppose, then she covered her mouth and started laughing uncontrollably. Then she said, I just got poked in the ribs. Your spirit guide is quite offended that you would call it "her". It appears to be a tall dark mysterious male. Your spirit guide says it doesn't matter what his/her name is, and for all they care, it could be Donald Duck. She found him quite amusing.

I'm glad it ended on a positive note. Renate and I both agreed that she was good.

Ghosts from the past

Just when I decided I didn't mind my life so boring (or at least have come come accept it as so), my sister Sally comes in with a heart stopping blast from the past bit of information and I am overwhelmed by the emotion that accompanies it. Youth is wasted on the young...they are so naive....they don't see things for what they are until much much later, and sometimes it is too late.

I wish I had known then what I know now. It is a worn cliche but oh so so true. We always joke at our house that if we had known, we would have been lustier and more promiscuous. It isn't a joke anymore. This bit of astral planing information has rocked me to the core.

If I explained it here, it would likely be considered insane....so I will have to leave it in my head.

May 15, 2007

I've come to the realization that my life is boring. The highlight of my evenings is the completion of a row of stitching in my latest cross stitch project. I haven't been to a movie in years. I haven't been to a dance in years. I dread leaving the house when I get home from work. I'm just worn out.

Enjoyed the Mother's Day weekend. I took Larry's parents, my kids and their significant others to dinner. We ate entirely too much. I enjoyed their company. Even my mother in law's....that has never really happened before. I must be getting old. There was a table of ladies behind us that all came in with plastic rhinestone tiaras bedecked with feathers. Perhaps they were novices in the red hat society, I don't know. It looked like fun and I was dying to go talk to them. But I didn't go.

I have a poem on my the bulletin board at my desk. It is the one made famous by the red hat society.... "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple...with a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me, and I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves...."
That's my ambition..to learn to like brandy.

Grace took photos of herself and Josh, and of Paul and Laura. She printed them off on Larry's spiffy new printer. They are now on my bookshelf in my NEW OFFICE. I should get excited about decorating or hanging photos and certificates. I am waiting for Larry to frame my degree. I have asked him many many times. I suspect he doesn't know where the degree is and is stalling until he finds it.

Enough moaning....perhaps boring is the new fun.

Life

Josh's cousin died today. Ryan...only 17. Apparently he was waiting for all of his best friends to come see him, and they were there when he passed. This is not what 17 year old boys should be doing. They should be out having fun, kissing girls, playing hockey, teasing their sisters. It makes all the fuss about a stupid ferret insignificant. Ryan's mother would buy him a dozen ferrets if she could have him back.

It makes you wonder what is really really important in life...and twenty years from now, will it matter?

Oh oh...I think Oscar just got sprayed by a skunk...I will continue this another time.