This was the most special of occasions, because it was the only time we ever celebrated our daughters July birthday at the farm. Our son has his birthday in February and we were never off to Ontario at that time of year. But you don’t have to be the guest of honor to have a good time.
Time marches on, the kids keep growing up, the bricks days are numbered and will be coming down. Yes, sadly, no longer will we pose in front of the faux brick background. The wallpaper gets replaced, along with the orange curtains and the orange back splash. On to a lighter and brighter tomorrow.
The great meals and the card games continued, but our family showed up less and less often – that’s what happens when you live far away. The rest of the family was nice enough to send us photos. And nice enough NOT to say look at all the fun we’re having without you.
Mom and Dad loved to play cards, and UNO was a game that even the littlest guy could play. (In that last picture, does he not look like he’s never had quite so much fun ever before in his entire life?) When there were so many people around the table and so many skips and reverses, you could stare off into space or take a quick nap before the play ever came around to you again. These get togethers and card games went on until finally there were those among us who grew wise enough to win against grandpa. Well, sometimes, anyway.
There was a new house, a new location, a new kitchen, but the games went on. There are some things you never want to outgrow.
My astrological forecast for Friday the 13th:
Here you are, patting yourself on the back because you thought you were a contender, and instead it turns out you’ve got exactly what it takes to deliver the knockout blow. Don’t hesitate. Deliver the goods.
I don’t understand that! So it seemed fitting to add it here along with all the other things I was told today by a psychic medium. She said that what I didn’t understand today would eventually all come clear to me, so I’m writing this down for the future much smarter me.
– I have several guardian angels looking out for me – on further investigation the main ones appear to be my dad, my mom, my grandma, and my Uncle George. I would have thought Uncle George had better things to do.
– There have been a lot of very indecisive people in my life over the past couple of years, but things are starting to clear up for everyone. Things are falling into place. Money is not an issue. A GOOD move could be in my future but it’s not a MUST move. Things are settling around me, My family members are getting their act together. There are not a lot of problems, so I should just keep going. (I got from all this that I was probably one of the most boring people she’d seen all day.)
– I am surrounded by positive energy and ready to make positive changes in my life. Things will be smooth, there will be no real issures. I will have room to breathe. (I am falling asleep here. Your dead relatives are more interesting than you are.)
– The names she mentioned that do mean something to me – Harry or Harold, Margaret, Mary, George, Ken-something (-zie?) several Williams (possibly second or last names), Kris (although she wrote Chris, but that could be my neice’s boyfriend too), John and Julie. (I just saw my cousin John in London and his wife’s name is Julie.) She also mentioned Shawn, Michael, David, Doug, Jean and Cathy. Who the hell are those people?
– It’s time to sort out my priorities and do what makes me happy. I have been sitting on a shelf. It’s time to get on with things. (I protested that I kind of like sitting on the shelf, and she said I KNOW you do. Get off it. Get out of that box and out of your comfort zone. There is a passion within you. Find out what it is.)
– Magpies are very spiritual birds. (Yeah, that surprised me too.) When I see them they remind me of my mother. But Cardinals also have special meaning for me. (I hope this is referring to two of my granddaughters and their beautiful names, and not something stupid like the two fake birds I have on my welcome sign at the front door.)
– She was surprised that I had no awareness of my dad’s presence in my life because it is incredibly strong. He is always with me. He is also looking out for my daughter who is strong and determined and getting it together.
– It is safe for me to travel by air. (If she’d said it wasn’t safe, I wonder if I’d be looking at a bus schedule right now.) I will be taking a getaway trip to the U.S. with two other women and will have a great time. Money will allow it – no worries. (Vegas, here I come?)
– My thyroid problems are under control.
– My brother is doing well. He is very strong.
– There is an ending of a marriage coming up, likely a divorce, excessive drinking is involved. I will be giving very good advice to the couple involved. (No doubt without being asked for any.) (I think the end of a relationship is a very sad thing. Drinking could actually help the process. But perhaps this is not the good advice she had in mind.)
– The ‘animal’ card I picked was a beaver. She turned it over and laughed and told me it was perfect and meant I must get busy. I think a beaver is about the last thing on earth I want to identify with right now. Or maybe ever.
Finally she asked me if I had six months to live, (don’t worry, you have much longer than that) what would I do? I said I thought I might just keep on doing what I’m doing. I like to write. I like to read. I sometimes paint. ( I bore the pants right off psychics with my problem free existence….) She threw up her arms and shouted “THAT’S IT! You must paint! You are filled with a creative passion! Get out of your comfort zone and do what you love to do! (And please, get out of my cottage now and send in somebody whose aura won’t put me into a coma.) (Or something like that – it’s my own psychic interpretation of how her day was going.)
I suppose over all I really can’t complain about our little chat. I just think a psychic should be able to freak me out a little better than that. But it appears my guardian angels have been vigilant and are doing a bang up job.
I did not know there was a Zodiacal House of Money. Perhaps this is why I am not rich. Or there could be other reasons for that too. Anyway, here’s what the stars are telling me on this 27th day of March.
Today the Moon enters your Zodiacal house of money, Taurus, and this month’s visit begins with a lot of financial activity. You’ll really have to be careful about spending, because the Moon forms an astrological pattern known as a T-Square that affects your financial axis, and the way it is situated in your Solar Chart, you’re more likely to let go of more money than you take in. Don’t get excited about any kind of speculative venture, and avoid spending on recreation or gifts for children or lovers.
HA! You’re way too late with that financial advice my little astrological friends. We’re comitted to the new furnace, I’m getting only holiday pay for a month, my shopaholic grandaughter is visiting, and I really really really needed that huge notepad with a picture of coffee on the cover and random coffee beans on every lined page, and the sparkly brown gel pen that came with it, so there’s really nothing I can do now about that very random purchase. And there might have been a couple other ones in there that have conveniently slipped my mind.
There’s already Hunger Games merchandise at a few stores, and I could not resist purchasing the parody. I read it last night, so if you’re looking for a much quicker less serious story, this one could be for you.
I’m not even kidding, I did not notice the dead mocking jay until I’d finished reading the book. It’s a nice touch. Again, I think you have to read the original book to appreciate this one and it’s warped humor.
The random word generator has prompted me to complete the sentence “Life is like……” using the following sets of words.
butterfly, concrete, paradise
pub, stars, dish
Rather than have my head hurt for longer than absolutely necessary, I’ll just use them all at once and get it over with.
Life is like a butterfly in paradise, flittering and fluttering high above the concrete, searching and reaching for the stars; and then somehow getting distracted by the local pub and a dish of peanuts and taking the night off from all that flitting around because seriously, the stars aren’t going anywhere, so what’s your rush.
That was deep. I should try writing a philosophy book. Maybe someone else could figure out the hidden meanings for me. But I can’t start it today because I’m pretty sure that would come under the heading of ‘speculative ventures.’
And finally, as my dad always used to say, money is absolutely no good to you at all unless you spend it. Mind you, I don’t remember him ever going on about the value of coffee note pads, but I’m sure he’d agree I’ll get more use out of that than I would from having a ten dollar bill just sitting there on my desk. So life is good in spite of that ominous T-Square on my solar chart. Or maybe even because of it, who really knows.
Because I drive a car and eat food (sometimes both at the same time!) of course the current economic climate has affected me. It has affected me all my life. It affects everyone who is not dead and not living in a vacuum somewhere in outer space. But I’m no economist so I can’t dazzle you with the hows and the whys and the wherefores.
I haven’t been crushed by it. I haven’t lost my job and I still get regular (however paltry) pay increases. I live in a house that’s mortgage free and I’m able to pay the annual property taxes. Being comfortable is more important to me than being rich. Although I wouldn’t mind trying ‘rich’ sometime just to make sure.
I think the worlds priorities are mostly screwed up and that money and time and effort are spent on the most incredibly insane things. Like colossally expensive weddings for instance. And homes so vast that two people could wander around in them for days and never meet.
So it all comes down to what you want from your life, what you expect, what you’re willing to settle for and what you can give up and hardly miss. Prices go up. Everybody bitches. Life goes on.
There ought to be a law against ridiculous lawsuits.
I’m talking about the ones where the ‘victim’ refuses to admit his own stupidity and shifts the blame elsewhere. For big money. Or to make himself look like somewhat less of an idiot. I don’t know what all the motivations are.
You should not be allowed to sue a college for having a course that is not up to snuff after you fail your practicum. Or sue a cable company because you smoke and drink and are addicted to tv, your wife is fat and your kids are lazy. Or a furniture store in which you trip over your own toddler and break your ankle. Or a golf course when you fall over a log on to your face while searching for your ball, the one YOU shot into the trees and decided to go after with you own little pea sized brain.
The list is endless. The lawyers are laughing all the way to the bank. The worst ones of all are when criminals sue their victims for robberies gone wrong, or for bodily harm or mental anguish to the perpetrator of the crime.
All the ludicrous signs posted everywhere are compliments of the airheads who made them necessary. Caution – contents of this coffee cup are HOT. Please ask for help to remove heavy objects from shelves above your empty head. Do not attempt to use this toaster oven while taking a shower or operating a vehicle.
It wasn’t my fault, I’m not to blame, I did nothing wrong, nobody warned me!
Boo hoo. Suck it up and take some responsibility for being a moron when you’re being a moron.